Why is it that some people are just more approachable than others?
Even when I am trying to be unapproachable it doesn’t seem to work. My therapist and I (funny guy, damn good therapist) decided to test it out. Whenever I run into him, (we live and work in the same town and profession, so it’s often), he looks like he is on a mission to get in and get out. He is a very warm guy in his office, but if you don’t know him I am not the first to say he is not the most approachable guy. He will even admit to this. He seems to think that my problem with people thinking they can approach me is the signal I am putting off. Normally I would say he is correct, however even when I try not to it just doesn’t work. SO he suggested he would act like he suspects I do and I should do what he does and move quickly through a store, looking at my watch as if I am running late, grab what I need and leave. As me, he would make eye contact with people, perhaps try to start a conversation, move more slowly and browse. We chose a weekend and tested it out. He said that people looked at him like he had three heads. What happened for me? Two people asked me for the time.
I’m feeling really bad about my behavior yesterday. It was my first day working with my old friend (we haven’t worked in the same office in years) and I was not feeling well and he is the guy I go to when I want to bitch. I bitched all through lunch, and then left early because I was sick on top of it… real graceful.
He is such a good guy that when I called to apologize, he totally justified my crappy attitude. He humors me way too much.
Is there a twelve step program for addiction to puppy cams?
I’m sure I will get my rhythm to work and life back soon. I am just starting a new schedule and it has me thrown off a bit. I can tolerate my regular challenges if I am in the swing of things, but it’s too much to expect of myself to tolerate it all.
A few days ago I was feeling sorry for myself for having to sit later this week and next for IVs for my blood problem. God works in more obvious ways than I like to admit. Same day… I met a remarkable young man who was doing some handy work for a friend. He sits every other day for hours of dialysis. He is only in his twenties and has been doing this since his teens. I sucked it up pretty fast, and was grateful I hadn’t embarrassed myself by kvetching out loud.
Our rooster and one of our girls got killed the other night. Foxes have to feed their families too I suppose. We will miss them… and no more free ranging. Sorry girls.
FYI: Miss Daisy Dyllon is fine.
Off to get ready for work. Have a great day. I’m gonna do my best not to grouse. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can….