One of my friends sent me this link: http://sysadminday.safeweb.be/Time.htm . Of course, she sent it four days late, but hey -it's the thought that counts, right? Today is a wonderful day because apparently all the problem-children have decided to go on vacation. I've had one phone call, one e-mail, and one virus-hoax to quash. Other than that, there's nothing to keep me from my studies.
I've never been good with expressing emotions. I always felt that emotions were a sign of weakness - part of being raised as my father's "son", I suppose. Lately I'm having a hard time bottling up those things that bubble up when people start flinging arrows and stones. Some I deserve. Others, less so. Innocent comments get taken out of context and used to further some cause. I make a genuine post about an overwhelming feeling I have, and someone turns it into an accusation, based on some sort of internet statistic that proves I've posted in response to something else. Frankly, I don't see the connection. I get angry more often than I used to, but I often feel like I've been kicked in the gut too. I'm not accustomed to that one. It usually brings tears. Intended kindnesses are perceived as attempts to control. And this post will be labeled as an attempt to send someone on a guilt trip - but hey - if the shoe fits, baby, wear it out.
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