There is this very cute kindergartener at work. She's about the smallest thing that you have ever seen with really large blue eyes. She's a very dreamy child and I think that she's got a lot going on internally that she doesn't share with the world.
The other day she was carrying around a little teddy bear. I had noticed that it had accompanied her everywhere for a couple of days. It's yellow and the fur is sparkly and it's been well used. This was our conversation:
Me: "Well how is Mr. Sparkles bear doing today?"
She cups the bear in her hands and looks down at it tenderly.
Her: "She's my only hope," a large pause as she looks into the distance, "for the final battle." And walks away.
Do you think her parents are LOTR fans?
On another front I am having a personality conflict with the person I am teaching kung fu with right now. We've hung out for extended periods of time and had some really great moments together so I know that he's a really nice guy. But he seems to think that everything I say is wrong. I don't get it. Especially since it's over small wierd things. And when we talk about our disagreements, I always come out of the conversation feeling smushed.
In fact, I left early today because I had to go cry after one of these conversations. Now I just keep thinking about what was said and I still don't understand. I just know that since I feel so low it couldn't have been an equitable conversation. Afterall, hashing things out is supposed to make you feel better, right?
I really feel like since I am 30 years old I shouldn't be fighting with my friends anymore. It feels childish, but so do some of my alternatives. I could censor myself when I am around this person and just agree, but I feel like that's a copout. Also, if I just agree with things that said person says, it could be perceived as being snarky. Sometimes I get irritated with people. Everybody does. I am just not good at hiding it. Ack. I still want to cry.
My mom makes sensational silver jewelery. She knits and I told her that she should try making some stitch markers. These are her first ones. Aren't they cute. I can't wait to use them on something.
The other day she was carrying around a little teddy bear. I had noticed that it had accompanied her everywhere for a couple of days. It's yellow and the fur is sparkly and it's been well used. This was our conversation:
Me: "Well how is Mr. Sparkles bear doing today?"
She cups the bear in her hands and looks down at it tenderly.
Her: "She's my only hope," a large pause as she looks into the distance, "for the final battle." And walks away.
Do you think her parents are LOTR fans?
On another front I am having a personality conflict with the person I am teaching kung fu with right now. We've hung out for extended periods of time and had some really great moments together so I know that he's a really nice guy. But he seems to think that everything I say is wrong. I don't get it. Especially since it's over small wierd things. And when we talk about our disagreements, I always come out of the conversation feeling smushed.
In fact, I left early today because I had to go cry after one of these conversations. Now I just keep thinking about what was said and I still don't understand. I just know that since I feel so low it couldn't have been an equitable conversation. Afterall, hashing things out is supposed to make you feel better, right?
I really feel like since I am 30 years old I shouldn't be fighting with my friends anymore. It feels childish, but so do some of my alternatives. I could censor myself when I am around this person and just agree, but I feel like that's a copout. Also, if I just agree with things that said person says, it could be perceived as being snarky. Sometimes I get irritated with people. Everybody does. I am just not good at hiding it. Ack. I still want to cry.
My mom makes sensational silver jewelery. She knits and I told her that she should try making some stitch markers. These are her first ones. Aren't they cute. I can't wait to use them on something.
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