Here are a few things that came to mind today:
Whenever I am confused about people and what they do or what they say, I do my best to remember that they are imperfect and have shortcomings.
I don't often understand the decisions of others, but I will bet that most are predicated on either fear or ego.
People who decide to mind my business instead of their own must find me terribly interesting. I wish that I felt the same way about them, but for the most part what people do doesn't surprise me anymore.
I know that words can hurt no matter how much I may say that they don't. What's wrong with saying to someone who was mean, "I don't appreciate that"?
I sometimes feel like a nomad who is wandering and looking for a few kindred souls to join up with. Some days I find them in the rooms of Al-Anon and other times, I feel like an alien who just arrived from another planet.
I can wish for others to be someone that they are not, but all the wishing is not going to make it true.
Being around someone that you truly hate eventually becomes like drinking poison in small amounts. It makes you a little sick at first, but eventually the accumulation of all that poison will kill you in some way. I am glad to say that I don't hate anyone.
I sometimes think too much about what makes others tick. I need to wind my own clock and ignore the fact that they may be in another time zone entirely.
Trust is one of the hardest things to recover once it is chipped. It doesn't get put back together well because there is a shift, ever so small, that cannot be completely mended.
If you have nothing good to say about someone, what is the point in continuing to be around that person? Surely, I would rather be around someone I liked than someone who vexed the hell out of me.
I stay up way too late and think way too much about topics for which I have no answer. Good night all.