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(insert random whining about job and soul-killing properties)
Today’s highlight was receiving a call from someone who couldn’t be bothered to write down the phone number of the person he was trying to contact because (get this) he was on a yacht in the middle of the sea and didn’t have something to write with. WTF? First off, do they not give you pointy implements on yachts these days? Second, if you own (or know someone who owns) a yacht, isn’t it possible you are wealthy enough to have an iPhone on which you can plunk the digits? And finally, is it necessary for you to tell me that you are on a yacht in the first damn place? I am so in the wrong field. Money and the status that comes with it don’t impress me one fucking iota.
Anyway, I am so petty that stuff like that annoys me. I often feel like I spend a lot of time at work being annoyed (or quite possibly, annoying others). I like to think I’m mostly fun to be around but once in a while I get really ranty and spout off. (I know, hard to believe, innit? heh) Since I’ve been taking one particular animal essence combination (called Supreme Confidence) I notice that I can feel anger but I don’t have the tears along with it. That’s new for me. Like many women, when I get angry, I cry. Earlier this week, there was an event that really just pissed me off and I was angry. I didn’t even feel tears or anything like I usually do. Just the anger. It abated, of course, but I observed that it wasn’t the same feeling of sadness combined with feeling helpless. I think I have been speaking up at home also because Duty told me last week that I was a bit ‘mouthy’ of late. (He meant it in a nice-ish way. I think.) And I realized that I had been taking some of that essence. Interesting, no?
Which reminds me – I still need to write about that weekend. And I will but probably ’round about the time I head to Charlottesville for Level 2 (in the fall). Very hard to put words to an energetic event like that.
Cheers to a less annoying Friday for all!
The yacht thing is very annoying … and very intriguing. You don't know this person, and as you said, money and status don't impress you.* So why was he TRYING to impress you? No matter how much he has, he still cares what uninvolved strangers think of him. Sad, huh?
* If he had said, "I am on a yacht in the middle of the sea, steering it myself with my bare, muscular arms," would you have been impressed?