The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Modern Magic and the Beauty of the Little Things November 2, 2010

Belpasso - Drops of happiness

Media gallery rocks! I just picked this because it was beautiful. And yellow! ūüôā

Hello all.¬† Call me a quitter if you will, but I’m abandoning 30 Days of Truth-ish.¬† I’ve had it up to the eyeballs with truth.¬† Everyone sees the truth differently.¬† All my Facebook friends are posting something new they are thankful for, every day in November.¬† I can get with that.¬† It’s short and sweet.¬† I’m probably arousing some folks’ curiosity or disdain with my first two entries:¬† indoor plumbing and automobiles.¬† I’ve got an explanation.¬† Wanna hear it?¬† Ok.¬†

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See, my idea is that everybody is thankful for their beautiful kids and their wonderful families and their perfect husbands.¬† Who wouldn’t be?¬† If you have such things as beautiful kids and wonderful families and perfect husbands, you’d be a chump NOT to be thankful for them, right?¬† So I’m starting with seemingly insignificant things that we all take so for granted we don’t realize what major blessings they are!!¬†

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Indoor plumbing, for instance.¬† Think about that.¬† Take a moment to think about having to get up in the middle of the night, put on shoes and a coat, walk outside in the cold or the snow or the rain or the sweltering heat, go out to a drafty, rickety, critter-filled shed built over a hole in the ground, sit your unprotected butt down on a rough board plank, and do your most personal, private business… go on, think about it.¬† I’ll give you a minute…. Ok, see?¬† EX-actly!¬† Who wouldn’t be thankful that we don’t have to do that anymore?!!¬†

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And automobiles.¬† Now granted, there are drawbacks to these things- car wrecks, pollution, the constant drain on finite resourses, monster stereo systems blasting 4-letter words at ear-bleeding levels.¬† But just think about having to walk everywhere.¬† Or having to ride in a horse and wagon.¬† Or being stuck wherever you happen to be and being dependent on other people to be thoughtful enough to bring you what you need.¬† Think about a trip from Lone Grove to Ardmore and back taking half a day and a trip to The City taking a week.¬† Really?¬† You’re not thankful life’s not like that?¬†¬† I sure am!¬†

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When you think about it, modern conveniences are almost magical.¬† Stay tuned for future entries on this topic when I wax rhapsodic about things like washing mashines, microwaves, frozen food, supermarkets, drive-thru service, pancake and cake mixes, vacuum cleaners, bug spray, sunscreen, baby wipes, Tylenol, central heat and air, and kitty litter.¬† Yeah.¬† I’m thankful for the little things.¬†

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Until next time,

D.

 

Day 9/30- Someone Who Has Made You Feel Like Dirt October 23, 2010

Hello all.¬† Today’s 30 days topic is the opposite of yesterday’s: ¬†someone who has made your life a living hell or treated you like dirt.¬† Despite the point of this whole 30 Days thing, which is truth,¬†I don’t think it’s productive to write about someone who has done that, so I’ll write to them.

Dear Co-Workers Frick and Frack,

You are masters.¬† Masters of the art of cruelty.¬† You’ve got it down to an art form.¬† Congratulations.¬† Treating someone like they are invisible and/or do not exist is one of the cleverest forms of torture ever devised, and both of you have chosen to do that to me in the past, so I commend you on your supreme hatefulness.¬†

Frick:¬†¬†you have no idea how deeply it hurts when you walk in and address only¬†the boss¬†and pretend I’m not standing there three feet away from him.¬† When I have to walk past you to get something and you stand there and don’t move out of my way, like I’m not there and¬†you own the world.¬† I¬†understand¬†why you’re doing it.¬† You think I betrayed¬†your confidence.¬† But you were doing something sneaky and¬†underhanded and backstabbing, and¬†you put me in the middle and I had¬†no choice but to share what I knew because other people needed to know.¬† That’s my explanation.¬† Don’t believe¬†it or accept it? That’s fine, but we’re both¬†adults.¬† (To say we’re mature adults may be taking things too far.) In theory, we should be able to be civil to each other in a business setting.¬†¬†I don’t think it’s too much¬†for me to ask, for you to not make me feel like something wormy and disgusting on the bottom of your shoe by pretending I don’t¬†exist when you are there.¬†¬†I realized today that I do that right back to you, but only because¬†I’ve tried to make the effort in the past and you ignored it completely.¬† Sometimes I want to forgive you, but I don’t know what makes you think you are so special and spectacular and high and mighty.¬† You’re a climber and a user, and I don’t trust you and I don’t respect you and I don’t¬†know¬†how you can sleep at night.¬†

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Frack, that month when you were treating me¬†like I was both deadly and invisible¬†was the worst month I’ve ever endured on that job.¬† You acted as if I had the plague.¬† When I walked into your line of sight, you backed up.¬† When I stood near your end of the counter you moved to the opposite end.¬† When I put down something like a stapler, you’d go find a different one instead of using the one I just put down.¬† When I was standing between you and the door, you’d go all the way around the room just to avoid coming within two feet of me. When you had something to say and all of us were standing around, you’d specifically address the other girls as if I were not there, purposely excluding me, offering them things like drinks and snacks, and not me.¬† The only time you spoke to me was if a customer was standing right there and it directly involved their transaction.¬† You refused to answer when I asked you a question, pretending I hadn’t spoken.¬† The coldness and hate radiating from you was palpable. You asked other people questions they knew nothing about, when I had just finished answering that very question. You¬†talked trash about me every time I left the room.¬† And yet you bragged about church, and how you were “cleaning up your game” and you had a “mansion waiting for” you in heaven.¬† All the while you were doing everything you possibly could to make another person feel pain.¬†

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I know why you did all that.¬† I mean, I did bite your head off.¬† I told you if you snapped at me again, you and I were going to have it out.¬† After you bit my head off first.¬† You know what?¬† That was a little extreme.¬† You even told people I threatened your life.¬† And when I couldn’t take it anymore and I decided I was going to have to make the step if it was ever going to improve, I apologized.¬† I apologized for everything, and you never said a word and you never apologized to me.¬† Just started acting normal the next Monday.¬† I guess it doesn’t matter, because it appears to me and everyone else who works with you, that you’re… kinda nuts.¬† Anyway.¬† Just wanted you to know that your little plan worked.¬† You successfully made me feel like dirt every single day for over a month until I backed down and apologized for something you started.¬† You must feel very gratified, but it doesn’t make you any less crazy.¬† PS- Obama is not the anti-christ.¬†

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Until next time,

D.

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