I was having an average day, minding my business shopping when out of nowhere I heard you behind me, telling me how no one was listening to you and how people walk away from you mid-sentence…it caught me off-guard and it seemed ironic that you were doing the opposite of what you were complaining about…you definitely had the attention of everyone in the store if that is what you were aiming for.. It was obvious that you were in a fowl mood and that’s fine, I respect other people’s emotions and the need to express them but at the time I felt there was a certain level of disrespect in your attitude toward everyone else shopping there. I tried to offer you some helpful advice with a smile and was shocked when it was met by a brick wall and an extremely rude and abrupt reply. I was so taken aback by your response as I was only trying to offer you some insight. I was nearly moved to tears by your ignorance. It was only the day before that I was complaining about how so many people close themselves off to new information and are cognitively dissonant, and there you were, the very epitome of my complaints…and the perfect example of how the law of attraction works. You get what you give…meaning… you only ever experience what you are already the energy of. There was a part of me that wanted to show my anger toward you for your ignorance and disrespect but I walked away and realized the futility in responding that way. Anyone who is that rude to complete strangers offering them help is surely suffering deeply within themselves. I was frustrated for not being able to get through to you but I want you to know I never meant to challenge you in any way. Please know that just because I didn’t agree and join you in your complaints doesn’t mean I was trying to be rude toward you. I see things from a different perspective than most and I always try to shed light anywhere I can. Well, it seemed to fail me that day and I left the store feeling very overwhelmed and frustrated by such a seemingly petty interaction. Please know that I only wish you well and I hope you are able to release the heavy dense energies you’ve been carrying around. Anytime I meet someone who is lost in complaint and victim identity I want to tell them all about physics and that that stuff really doesn’t matter and everything is amazing once you take off the negative filters. Really 🙂 I bought myself bright pink flowers later that day to cheer myself up and it made me smile afterward because I realized they matched your ensemble perfectly and it reminded me of the importance of not falling into the ego-trap of responding negatively to negative behavior. I truly hope you are able to find some relief and perhaps a new perspective…not everyone is an enemy despite how things may appear on the surface. I hope you have a lovely holiday season and I wish you peace, love, light and clarity of being <3
ps..CHIA seeds are not “junk food” and they would help you more than any supplement ever will. http://www.doctoroz.com/blog/lindsey-duncan-nd-cn/chia-ancient-super-secret —rose-colored glasses
This article appears in Dec 5-11, 2013.
op, what do you have against chickens?
or is it ducks you diss? geese you gag on? hens you hate? loathe loons?
perhaps you should have given her a bottle of gin.
weird love, carry on op
As much as it grieves me to admit it, you may be on to something. O.P. You see, I’d barely gotten three sentences in before it began to occur to me that both you AND the object of your love are the kind of people who have me mentally racking the slide of my Franchi SPAS 12 gauge and flicking on the Dectonics Qwik Point laser sight to dance lissomely between eyebrows and hairline. I had even begun to compose a relpy with Dorothy Parkeresque acerbic wit hanging like so much Spanish Moss from every word
*Inner Voice interrupts*
“Now Ivan. Let’s be truthful. You were going to call her a dumb cooze or dirty hippie or some combination of the above. Weren’t you?”
*Le Sigh* Yes, Inner Voice. I was.
But then I reached your last line and the whole tenor of your Love turned upon a veritable dime, and I knew, KNEW, that there could only be one perfect response.
http://derpbook.com/file/pic/photo/2012/09…
Also, I’m drinking booze laced eggnog.
ivanovitch, with an epistle like above one needs to haul out the bard’s insults.
I plump for hurling ‘thou beslubbering, beetle-headed clotpole’ at her.
and for the one in the avian frame of mind, how about ‘thou qualling, clapper-clawed canker blossom’ (with chia hair of course)
It was the sort of loathsome excrescence that evokes the tormented genius of a young Janis Ian combined the zen-like wisdom found only in the earlier writings of Mr. Richard Bach.
crap ivan, 17 is real. now bobby Goldsboro. yeah. with honey and little trees on it.
AHHHHH! P.T.S.D. >: 0
My mother had that friggin album. Do you know how traumatic it is for a 9 year old, who’s Dad goes away for months at a time, to the Arctic, or Jamaica , or the Mohave Desert to listen to a song about a woman dying suddenly!
I told my Mom this several years ago. She never realized.
Bobbyfuckingoldsboro best be sleeping with one eye opened.