Sometimes, the rage inside my mind feels like it will burst forth in a fire laden explosion of emotional toxic waste. Emo-nuclear if you will. (not to be confused with the emo genre of music)
Tag: #bekind
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I like it when people acknowledge my worth. That sounds egotistical or selfish, but it’s not. Every fucking human on the planet likes to feel valuable in some way. It’s human nature.
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Why is it that we are more apt to forgive certain people regarding data errors or missing/incorrect information than others? What makes any one person less prone to human error than others?
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If someone asks you a direct question in an email, and you respond to said email, answer the fucking question!
Don’t answer half of what they asked, just because that half was convenient and the other wasn’t. Offer a timeframe, or an alternative to get the info they need in due time. Seriously.
Don’t be an asshole.
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What if we all just spent most of our time doing whatever we were passionate about? How much happier would everyone be?
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A human being is not an individual organism. We are actually an amazing complex of symbiotic relationships. One component of our cells is actually thought to have originated as such a relationship. It’s quite fascinating.
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Reading the writing on the wall is good and all, but sometimes it’s important to remember to read the fine print as well.
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Random memory time!!
I was…. 11, maybe 12?
I had been running up the stairs, fell, and smacked my shin against the hard wood stairs. We gave it a couple of days to heal, and as the pain and my ability to walk got worse, my parents decided to take me to the emergency room.
The only thing I knew at that point was that going to the ER was a big deal. In all of my very well earned, 11-year-old wisdom, I went downstairs while my mom was getting dressed and my dad was in the shower. I propped my leg up on the deep freezer we had in the kitchen, stifling my pain. I then proceeded to beat the crap out of my injured leg with my fist. I had to make sure that this was worthy of an ER visit.
I wound up being diagnosed with a hematoma (fancy name for a bruise, though they vary in severity), was on crutches for six weeks, and still have an indentation in my shin bone, which I am quite sure was not caused by my fist0.
So yeah, there’s that.
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I consistently make the mistake of thinking that people care/work/consider as much or as hard as I do.
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Life really does have a funny way of working out.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 