~Living a life of sophisticated domestication deep in the heart of Texas~

Saturday, June 24, 2017

I'm awake...

...and I'm mad.

Good manners.  It's always been important to me to remember the little ditty my mother (the one who reared me, not the bio mother who deserted me without ever looking at me) ---anyway--the little ditty my mother basically branded on my fanny:

We love you, and we want other people to love you, too.

What that meant was this:  Always be polite and use your best manners and people will love you, or like you, or at least enjoy your company, or at worst tolerate your presence.

Do you know what?  Not necessarily so.   HAH.

It has come to my attention that I can do all the right things and be as proper and polite as can be and say "please" and "thank you" and make sure the person with whom I deal or am depending on for help and am causing inconvenience knows how much I appreciate it....and BAM!!!!  It backfires.

Have I been duped?  Good manners are considered to be "pretentiousness." Is that even a word?  My attempt to show gratitude (which has been genuine, by the way) has been basically flung back in my face.

It's beginning to dawn on me that some of the words I heard and took to be concern and care might have been something else.  In other words, I've been giving credit where it wasn't necessarily due.

Lesson to me:  Get real.  Quit being a sap.  Sometimes people aren't as noble as you'd like them to be.  Or need them to be.

In the middle of the night, Texas time.


Sunday, June 11, 2017

June sneaked up on me and...

...you wouldn't believe what's been going on at the Love Shack.

Earlier today I heard someone say that it wasn't a good idea to let yesterday's disappointments dictate tomorrow's decisions.

Or something like that.

Anyway, it gave me something to consider.  I have lots of time on my hands these days to do plenty of thinking, and I'm starting to wonder if that's a good idea.  I used to not mind alone time and enjoyed my own company, but that was when everything I loved doing was close by and I was being creative and doing just what I pleased, pretty much.  Other people were near by who shared the same interests and appreciated my gardening or efforts in the kitchen.  The antique dealers liked to see me coming because they'd obtained items with me in mind and I could be separated from my $$ pretty easily- haha!  Now the alone time is something I do not enjoy.  At all.

I think what I started to say was that rather than doing some of the things I love to do, I've been limited (for various reasons) to just thinking about them.  I can reminisce, wonder how to do them here in a totally different world (or so it seems to me) or plan on a future that seems far off in the distance.

Whatever happens, I am going to try and not let the past negatives have such an effect on the potential future.