Monday morning. Blah. My stitches itch and are coming out today if I have to do it myself. Fortunately, I have a doctor's appt at 4:00, if I can stand it that long. On a work related note, the upgrade is done, our folks are all happy, but other areas are not so happy. Once again, I'm manning the phones, discussing possible causes and their solutions with other departmental support people. But that's okay, I like this particular role, since helping is what I enjoy most.
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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