Oh how I hate confrontations with other people. My heart hurts. I dislike the whole situation, the whole reason. I don't like arguing, I don't like fighting. The feeling of getting riled up makes me sick. I used to thrive on riling myself up or having someone rile me up as if it gave me some kind of "recharge" if that even makes sense. The hotter the argument the better whereas now the thought of it just seems insane. Why can't everyone just be happy and get along or talk within reason with intelligence without allowing their egos to get into the mix? (In someways I believe we can truly learn from children.)
My husband helped me to see a different side of things. He is such a calm, level headed and understanding man who thinks clearly no matter what, where as I used to let my "passionate streak" control my actions, words and thoughts. I am happier now that I am no longer that person and feel as if I've been let out of a "box"; although can't handle "drama" as well as I used to.
My head hurts, I'm tired and as the song goes, "Make the world go away".
Friday, November 28, 2008
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3 comments:
I come from a family of arguerers and I now approach every family gathering with a knot of dread in my stomach - it's really taught me how people feel when I pick arguements with them.
I'm sorry you're upset. I hope you feel better soon.
Cheer up. C'est la vie.
Northern Ontario? Anywhere near Muskoka. I'm curious - because my next novel is partially set there.
I'm with you on this one. Drama makes me nauseous! Get well.
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