How come adults believe they have the right to feel Flustered, frustrated, angry, and every other emotion, but everyone else is exempt? Like i dont have just as much right to be angry... to feel?
If you dont wanna be disrespected, then learn to give respect.
Respect is supposed to be reciprocal. Just because you are a certain age doesnt give you the right to talk to people younger than you any kind of way, and expect them to show you the same amount of respect they would have otherwise shown! You have to be crazy to think that!
I believe in fairness, and honestly, you're not going to get anywhere with me talking to me like you're talking to a little kid...
I'm way too angry and on edge to write more than that right now...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Can I ask you something? ...
Hi all.
It's been absolutely too long since I've written a blog, but my chest capacity cannot take any more pressure, so I have to release some tension (like that old SWV album)...
I am learning a lot about myself. Unfortunately, there are more negative traits that I've found over positive ones.
Here's what the deal is today:
I'm helping my younger sister out with a science project, which is due sooner than we originally thought. I take her to the library today, but truthfully before I left the house I was already a little agitated. I wasn't sure why because no events could have possibly led up to my agitation. I unsuccessfully try to shake it off, but I wasn't putting as much effort into that as I could have!
Anyway, we're in line, and I ask about renewing my misplaced library card. The librarian says that it expired in 1996, and I needed a new one. I explained to her that I actually replaced the library card last year sometime. So she's asking me a series of questions, and I become very agitated. After we get home, we have to look for another project idea since the one I originally picked was time consuming. As I'm looking up information, the middle sister starts asking questions...
Do you get the connection here?
I realized that I have a problem with people questioning me! Actually, I can't stand it!
I think psychologically speaking the questions brings up bouts of uncertainty, which would make me want to check my sources or reconfirm what I already stated.
It's almost like an insecurity thing with me... I feel that if you question me to check my sources, you're stating that you don't trust my word. Or if you ask a question that I feel is "common knowledge" (when, in fact, it really isn't) then you're questioning my intellect and/or wasting my time. (I have an arrogance problem).
Crazy, right? But it irritates me! I can't even explain it better than what I already did!
What I have to remember is that some questions I consider rhetorical really isn't, just because I know the answer to it.
My thought processes and my method of handling situations vary from another person's, and because I'm a thinker, I tend to over-analyze, and take longer routes to solve a problem, because I don't know how to process information on a simpler scale.
My mind just runs, and I really can't help it... it's like a curse and a blessing...
OK, I'm starting to feel better now, that I've gotten that off my chest...
Any encouraging words, thoughts, ideas?
Let me know...
It's been absolutely too long since I've written a blog, but my chest capacity cannot take any more pressure, so I have to release some tension (like that old SWV album)...
I am learning a lot about myself. Unfortunately, there are more negative traits that I've found over positive ones.
Here's what the deal is today:
I'm helping my younger sister out with a science project, which is due sooner than we originally thought. I take her to the library today, but truthfully before I left the house I was already a little agitated. I wasn't sure why because no events could have possibly led up to my agitation. I unsuccessfully try to shake it off, but I wasn't putting as much effort into that as I could have!
Anyway, we're in line, and I ask about renewing my misplaced library card. The librarian says that it expired in 1996, and I needed a new one. I explained to her that I actually replaced the library card last year sometime. So she's asking me a series of questions, and I become very agitated. After we get home, we have to look for another project idea since the one I originally picked was time consuming. As I'm looking up information, the middle sister starts asking questions...
Do you get the connection here?
I realized that I have a problem with people questioning me! Actually, I can't stand it!
I think psychologically speaking the questions brings up bouts of uncertainty, which would make me want to check my sources or reconfirm what I already stated.
It's almost like an insecurity thing with me... I feel that if you question me to check my sources, you're stating that you don't trust my word. Or if you ask a question that I feel is "common knowledge" (when, in fact, it really isn't) then you're questioning my intellect and/or wasting my time. (I have an arrogance problem).
Crazy, right? But it irritates me! I can't even explain it better than what I already did!
What I have to remember is that some questions I consider rhetorical really isn't, just because I know the answer to it.
My thought processes and my method of handling situations vary from another person's, and because I'm a thinker, I tend to over-analyze, and take longer routes to solve a problem, because I don't know how to process information on a simpler scale.
My mind just runs, and I really can't help it... it's like a curse and a blessing...
OK, I'm starting to feel better now, that I've gotten that off my chest...
Any encouraging words, thoughts, ideas?
Let me know...
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