Choosing the big or small picture
Focusing on the world’s big picture is not making me happy.
I would go so far as to say it’s making me miserable and yet I can’t seem to stop. I’m addicted to the information highway.
I get the newspaper (or three) and I read chunks of it every day. I follow political and current event websites. I stalk the daily posts on twitter.
It’s leading me to the conclusion that we’re all doomed and the world should probably be cleansed by fire…
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Tetchy and out of sorts.
The world would be a much easier place if everyone did things my way. Then I wouldn’t get frustrated, out of sorts, and irritated.
It is, of course, everyone else’s fault.
The people in my life, especially the ones I live with, commit egregious sins constantly. I’m pretty sure they do it on purpose, intent on destroying my calm and wrecking my day.
The litany of complaints I have is exhaustive…
Resentment is a bitch
I have some resentments. Some are old ones I take out and air periodically and some are new, a result of day to day living. I don’t like having them. Resenting things makes me feel small and petty and with the old ones, vindictive; when I revisit them, I often wish ill upon the targets of my ire.
I don’t like having bad feelings. Their emergence, however, is an inevitable consequence of life. How we deal with them is where the work needs to happen…
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hanging at the mall
I went to the mall today.
It was a “need to” trip; most definitely not a “want to.” I almost never want to go to the mall.
This is because, for me, malls are a kind of hell. They’re full of people, for one, and I find people, as a group, stressful. Their existence is problematic enough; add the whole “I think they’re staring at me, and judging me, and finding me insufficient” thing and who needs that…
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