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kyburgZo-Zo made me some smoked salmon. And there were leftovers!
*ahem* (Boy, this is going to piss some people off. Days like this, I wonder what that really would look like if it could actually happen.)
Star Wars?
I am so sick of Star Wars. And I haven't seen the movie yet. Even with the merchandising being halfway amusing this time...Luke, I am your - uncle!...it's just not going to happen.
I'll get around to seeing it. Sometime. Maybe.
I have movies still sitting on my shelf I haven't seen, didn't see in the theater and not burning a hole in anything yet. Oh, things like The Two Towers. Return of the King, I had to be sat down and held hostage by houseguests.
I've seen it before. I've read the books. Done the games. Over and over. Really. Or something enough like it that it doesn't matter. Good? Well - good doesn't make up for boredom.
I'm tired of you, Star Wars. Don't take it personally.
Hmm. Now there's a concept.
People get tired of you. It's not pleasant. And it's okay. But people can get tired of you.
Have a chronic illness - oh, pick one. If you want the full effect, choose one that makes you miserable, broke and unable to work. That's most of them. Want to be sure the world hates you? Have a case of depressive illness on top it. Or by itself, actually. Something intractable, that colors your entire outlook. Makes you very complex to help. And you need help, make no mistake about it.
People with depression are surrounded by people who love them. Trust me on this. The illness just fucking wears them out. But getting that through to the depressed person is incredibly hard, due to the nature of the illness. Not that they don't get it - they attribute too much to it. Getting tired is not the same as getting angry. Or hating. Or disliking, for that matter. It certainly is no judgment on your personal worth. People just get tired.
I get tired. I do set some boundaries to make sure I don't burn out - and to my surprise, it works. Really, there aren't many of them.
The big one is the 9 o'clock rule. I take calls up to - and only make calls up to - 9:00 PM. My time, your time - doesn't matter. The recipient of the call has to be called by 9:00 PM. The phones can open at 5:00 AM, I don't care - but after 9:00 PM, it's an emergency or URGENT. That allows me to relax a bit, knowing what I'm dealing with if the phone rings.
I'm going to make suggestions, oh yes I will. Will I get offended if you don't take the advice? I'll be sad if I was right, and because you didn't listen (or I wasn't convincing enough), harm came and smacked you upside the head. Sad. Not furious. And I'll likely make more suggestions. That's what I do.
I also enable those suggestions, BTW. If you need a pair of shoes, I tend to tell you how I can get you a pair for next to nothing. Or on me. I'm always good for a burger and a pair of shoes. That may not fix everything, but you'll be fed and comfortable and hopefully, better prepared to tackle what ails you. But you're going to do the work. Not me.
Do I get tired of you? I can -
But how do you tell people, and do it such that they don't get offended - that's the rub. Sis, it's a given. Very, very rarely am I on the "A" list that she takes my calls when she "wants" to talk to me. Only when she "has" to talk to me, do I get attention. And I'd better be entertaining.
I take lots more calls than Sis does. When I don't have to. I've been on the receiving end of it too many times.
I don't have to be sparkling company. I just have to listen, most of the time.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silverkun often keeps me on my toes when it comes to just being There in the moment with other people. When was the last time you really worked to make a tollbooth attendant's day? I really ought to go up to the Bay Area more often. It's friendly one-upmanship at it's finest. There certainly are plenty of things that make life suck on a regular basis - why not try to turn it on its head? It's fun -
People get tired of you. If you have one of those chronic issues that nobody can solve - it's going to happen. Does that mean you're less of a person than the other folks walking around? Of course not. It smarts, but have a thought outside yourself. You think it sucks, right? Other people do too. And you really can wear them out with needs, needs, needs all the time.
When you can't handle being pushed off without getting offended, you need to reconsider. Don't take it personally.
And please, understand. That's the hardest thing to do - and it won't ever make you feel better. But understand. You get tired too. You know how it feels.
Are people going to do it because they actually don't like you? Well, if you've pushed someone's buttons and they get pissed - you'll know. The language and threats of violence will give you a hint. *laughs*
But you just want someone to talk to, I tell you this, in all honesty. You need to have a long talk with yourself, first. And not in terms of "you suck" either. If you can't stomach the idea of spending time with yourself, I can assure you - it's VERY tough to spend time with anyone who can't stand themselves. You've been there, you know that.
If you don't do these altruistic thingies? After you wear them out, they won't come back when they've gotten a chance to rest. They don't have to, after all.
So. Star Wars.
Yackity yack yack ain't I the shit for real and always yack yack.
SO tired of it.
You going to dress up to go see it? Be my guest - if you dig it. I dressed up for that concert Monday and felt like something out of a cheesy high school play, makeup and all. And BTW, bustier? When I throw my hands up over my head, that is NOT your cue to head for the floor. Mean it. No love.
Being female SUCKS, okay? All Jim had to do was get into his suit, comb his hair and he was gorgeous.
~*envy*~
Antonio Villaraigosa romped past incumbent James K. Hahn to make history Tuesday, winning election as the first Latino mayor of Los Angeles since the city's pioneer days. It's not a "dumb as dead cats" day in California politics. Finally. Hahn is a household name around here - you can't cross districts without being reminded of some Hahn being a local politco of some stripe. Kenneth Hahn, from all reports, is a whiny little sore loser and I wish I'd been able to vote him out myself.
Heh. Let the games begin.
It's all about the Constitution, my ass. Yes, Bill Frist is an asshole. But we knew that.
Not surprised. No, really. I go back to Hemet, and note two things. 1) Rampant addictive behavior issues, and 2) If it's a strip-mall, it's storefront churches. Patio Plaza had no less than five of them last time I was there - and none of them talked to the "unbelievers" next door. *sniff sniff* Ah-fucking-mazing.
"Getting religion" never cured anyone of depression, that I've seen. It just provided another excuse for bad behavior. Most of my spiritual awakenings were after working through my depressive issues. You don't get salvation without enlightenment, and enlightenment is salvation. Just keep that wheel spinning.
Me? I'm going to go take a long walk to the bank. Down at the beach. Yeah. I could just walk down the street, but I've had enough of behaving like a hamster on a treadmill. I need the exercise, and the check needs to get into the bank. I can pick the branch - *grins*
And I can get a small smoothie on the way back. Incentive!
*ahem* (Boy, this is going to piss some people off. Days like this, I wonder what that really would look like if it could actually happen.)
Star Wars?
I am so sick of Star Wars. And I haven't seen the movie yet. Even with the merchandising being halfway amusing this time...Luke, I am your - uncle!...it's just not going to happen.
I'll get around to seeing it. Sometime. Maybe.
I have movies still sitting on my shelf I haven't seen, didn't see in the theater and not burning a hole in anything yet. Oh, things like The Two Towers. Return of the King, I had to be sat down and held hostage by houseguests.
I've seen it before. I've read the books. Done the games. Over and over. Really. Or something enough like it that it doesn't matter. Good? Well - good doesn't make up for boredom.
I'm tired of you, Star Wars. Don't take it personally.
Hmm. Now there's a concept.
People get tired of you. It's not pleasant. And it's okay. But people can get tired of you.
Have a chronic illness - oh, pick one. If you want the full effect, choose one that makes you miserable, broke and unable to work. That's most of them. Want to be sure the world hates you? Have a case of depressive illness on top it. Or by itself, actually. Something intractable, that colors your entire outlook. Makes you very complex to help. And you need help, make no mistake about it.
People with depression are surrounded by people who love them. Trust me on this. The illness just fucking wears them out. But getting that through to the depressed person is incredibly hard, due to the nature of the illness. Not that they don't get it - they attribute too much to it. Getting tired is not the same as getting angry. Or hating. Or disliking, for that matter. It certainly is no judgment on your personal worth. People just get tired.
I get tired. I do set some boundaries to make sure I don't burn out - and to my surprise, it works. Really, there aren't many of them.
The big one is the 9 o'clock rule. I take calls up to - and only make calls up to - 9:00 PM. My time, your time - doesn't matter. The recipient of the call has to be called by 9:00 PM. The phones can open at 5:00 AM, I don't care - but after 9:00 PM, it's an emergency or URGENT. That allows me to relax a bit, knowing what I'm dealing with if the phone rings.
I'm going to make suggestions, oh yes I will. Will I get offended if you don't take the advice? I'll be sad if I was right, and because you didn't listen (or I wasn't convincing enough), harm came and smacked you upside the head. Sad. Not furious. And I'll likely make more suggestions. That's what I do.
I also enable those suggestions, BTW. If you need a pair of shoes, I tend to tell you how I can get you a pair for next to nothing. Or on me. I'm always good for a burger and a pair of shoes. That may not fix everything, but you'll be fed and comfortable and hopefully, better prepared to tackle what ails you. But you're going to do the work. Not me.
Do I get tired of you? I can -
But how do you tell people, and do it such that they don't get offended - that's the rub. Sis, it's a given. Very, very rarely am I on the "A" list that she takes my calls when she "wants" to talk to me. Only when she "has" to talk to me, do I get attention. And I'd better be entertaining.
I take lots more calls than Sis does. When I don't have to. I've been on the receiving end of it too many times.
I don't have to be sparkling company. I just have to listen, most of the time.
silverkun often keeps me on my toes when it comes to just being There in the moment with other people. When was the last time you really worked to make a tollbooth attendant's day? I really ought to go up to the Bay Area more often. It's friendly one-upmanship at it's finest. There certainly are plenty of things that make life suck on a regular basis - why not try to turn it on its head? It's fun - People get tired of you. If you have one of those chronic issues that nobody can solve - it's going to happen. Does that mean you're less of a person than the other folks walking around? Of course not. It smarts, but have a thought outside yourself. You think it sucks, right? Other people do too. And you really can wear them out with needs, needs, needs all the time.
When you can't handle being pushed off without getting offended, you need to reconsider. Don't take it personally.
And please, understand. That's the hardest thing to do - and it won't ever make you feel better. But understand. You get tired too. You know how it feels.
Are people going to do it because they actually don't like you? Well, if you've pushed someone's buttons and they get pissed - you'll know. The language and threats of violence will give you a hint. *laughs*
But you just want someone to talk to, I tell you this, in all honesty. You need to have a long talk with yourself, first. And not in terms of "you suck" either. If you can't stomach the idea of spending time with yourself, I can assure you - it's VERY tough to spend time with anyone who can't stand themselves. You've been there, you know that.
If you don't do these altruistic thingies? After you wear them out, they won't come back when they've gotten a chance to rest. They don't have to, after all.
So. Star Wars.
Yackity yack yack ain't I the shit for real and always yack yack.
SO tired of it.
You going to dress up to go see it? Be my guest - if you dig it. I dressed up for that concert Monday and felt like something out of a cheesy high school play, makeup and all. And BTW, bustier? When I throw my hands up over my head, that is NOT your cue to head for the floor. Mean it. No love.
Being female SUCKS, okay? All Jim had to do was get into his suit, comb his hair and he was gorgeous.
~*envy*~
Antonio Villaraigosa romped past incumbent James K. Hahn to make history Tuesday, winning election as the first Latino mayor of Los Angeles since the city's pioneer days. It's not a "dumb as dead cats" day in California politics. Finally. Hahn is a household name around here - you can't cross districts without being reminded of some Hahn being a local politco of some stripe. Kenneth Hahn, from all reports, is a whiny little sore loser and I wish I'd been able to vote him out myself.
Heh. Let the games begin.
It's all about the Constitution, my ass. Yes, Bill Frist is an asshole. But we knew that.
Not surprised. No, really. I go back to Hemet, and note two things. 1) Rampant addictive behavior issues, and 2) If it's a strip-mall, it's storefront churches. Patio Plaza had no less than five of them last time I was there - and none of them talked to the "unbelievers" next door. *sniff sniff* Ah-fucking-mazing.
"Getting religion" never cured anyone of depression, that I've seen. It just provided another excuse for bad behavior. Most of my spiritual awakenings were after working through my depressive issues. You don't get salvation without enlightenment, and enlightenment is salvation. Just keep that wheel spinning.
Me? I'm going to go take a long walk to the bank. Down at the beach. Yeah. I could just walk down the street, but I've had enough of behaving like a hamster on a treadmill. I need the exercise, and the check needs to get into the bank. I can pick the branch - *grins*
And I can get a small smoothie on the way back. Incentive!
