Cornflakes down my shirt
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kyburgFeels like, really. If I actually had some cornflakes, I'd have lunch.
Yes, I'm still lunchless. Go me.
I've decided I can't make a LJ Tarot Card - I don't know which suit I am. *blows air* The last time I did a bona fide tarot reading it was about six months after Cliff had passed away, and was a reading for the next year.
Everything was pretty cool and reassuring, but the "friends/family/in the future" spot held the Devil, reversed.
And inside of a week or so, life got that strange, with a small subset of friends. No thanks. Not going to name names.
But, it fucked EVERYTHING up. So far, for some people, permanently. Not that everything crashed and burned, but I surely learned the limits of my tolerance for intolerance...and patience. Much patience.
So no, no tarot card. Not for a while. Clueless, I am. VERY.
*sigh* If Jim and I keep spending all the time we have together in the car driving to work, we will kill each other. We'll just snap and suddenly beat each other senseless with Game Boy Advance cartridges and empty Starbucks cups. Mean it.
If all goes well, the house will be on the market September 11th. Somehow, this works for me. Yeah.
I've also asked Jim to tell work to give him some weekend time for us to look at houses. I think he may get it. Heaven knows we'll need it. The idea that I will actually get to pick the next house I live in is both thrilling and scary as hell.
No, I didn't pick the house I'm in now. I've been very good at finding places to live, but no - never got to choose The Place before.
God, don't let me settle for less. Not this time.
And I am so, so, so tired of little whiney little boys. *Counts on fingers.* Three, this week alone. Gah, they actually think I'm going to expend the energy to give a rip. If they don't care enough to help themselves, nothing I do will matter. Ever.
Tired, I am. One hopes they will figure it out.
Yes, I'm still lunchless. Go me.
I've decided I can't make a LJ Tarot Card - I don't know which suit I am. *blows air* The last time I did a bona fide tarot reading it was about six months after Cliff had passed away, and was a reading for the next year.
Everything was pretty cool and reassuring, but the "friends/family/in the future" spot held the Devil, reversed.
And inside of a week or so, life got that strange, with a small subset of friends. No thanks. Not going to name names.
But, it fucked EVERYTHING up. So far, for some people, permanently. Not that everything crashed and burned, but I surely learned the limits of my tolerance for intolerance...and patience. Much patience.
So no, no tarot card. Not for a while. Clueless, I am. VERY.
*sigh* If Jim and I keep spending all the time we have together in the car driving to work, we will kill each other. We'll just snap and suddenly beat each other senseless with Game Boy Advance cartridges and empty Starbucks cups. Mean it.
If all goes well, the house will be on the market September 11th. Somehow, this works for me. Yeah.
I've also asked Jim to tell work to give him some weekend time for us to look at houses. I think he may get it. Heaven knows we'll need it. The idea that I will actually get to pick the next house I live in is both thrilling and scary as hell.
No, I didn't pick the house I'm in now. I've been very good at finding places to live, but no - never got to choose The Place before.
God, don't let me settle for less. Not this time.
And I am so, so, so tired of little whiney little boys. *Counts on fingers.* Three, this week alone. Gah, they actually think I'm going to expend the energy to give a rip. If they don't care enough to help themselves, nothing I do will matter. Ever.
Tired, I am. One hopes they will figure it out.
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Re: question
Date: 2002-09-05 10:28 pm (UTC)Everyone knows this one - the same three notes again . In spite of being heard, cosseted and cared about...when a solution is hammered out and agreed upon and a plan of action is put into place...the complaints remain. Put up or shut up. As was said to me, "if you've got time to complain, you aren't working hard enough."
Hmmm. Perhaps. Perhaps that's the reason for complaining… not enough work. But, I can think of others. Maybe the solution didn't work. In that case, the complaints would remain. And the fact that they remain is a good indication that the solution needs to be re-examined.
Another possibility is the agreement itself. You mention a solution being hammered out and agreed upon. Well, too often, the agreement is only from one party, not both. I've had many friends ask advice. I tell them what to do to solve the problem. They don't do it. Should I get annoyed? Not really. We didn't actually make a blood oath that they would do whatever I told them to do. They took it as a suggestion. I took it as a command. So, it could simply be a miscommunication of whether or not an actual agreement was made.
Or maybe it's simple venting. Question is: do all of those cases of repetition still annoy you? Or is it a case by case thing?
2. An complete unwillingless to start small and work up.
When you're starting from nowhere, it's a long way up to having. Having what? Name it. A new anything. From books to apartments to live in. Feh. Define yourself by your possessions and you become a slave to them. Further define yourself by what you must do for a living and no kidding, you're a loser. A total lack of pride in a job well done, rather an emphasis on having The Job all your friends envy. And the Things. And the cash to Do Stuff. This feeds #1 like a perpetual motion machine.
Not sure I understand. You have several concepts here, not all of which relate directly. I'm seeing an issue of not appreciating what one has, and that's annoying to listen to. I'm also seeing the wanting it all now syndrome being mentioned. I'm seeing identity tied to possessions. And also seeing "beggars can't be choosers." Am I missing any?