Things
Writing things down has always helped me in my quest to better understand them. In getting a better understanding I feel I'm better suited to deal with such things. By deal with I mean cope, accept, maybe even learn from - if I'm lucky.
There are some things that are in my control. There are considerably more things that I have not the modicum of control over. I ask questions to pry into the core and possibly understand whether or not control is out of my reach. Furthermore, I try to understand why.
In my prying, in my seemingly never-ending quest for further understanding, I tend to find information that ultimately becomes difficult to know. One can't just unlearn information, though one wishes one could. These things are just out of my control.
So do I not pry and deal with the ignorance with a smile? That won't make me happy. Do I ask the questions, get a better understanding, come off as nosy, and run the risk of feeling queasy with the answer? What if I know the answer already?!?! Do I ask to confirm, live in denial, or just understand that no mater the answer, it's out of my control? No question!
This logic stuff gives me a headache and makes me anxious. When I want information it's because there's a gap in my logic and I don't mean to think irrationally. It's just out of my control.
AND... ULTIMATELY... IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS ANYWAY
"you look for trouble, you're going to find it."
"mind over matter - if you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
"just keep rollin' on"
"If you don't deal with your problems, they just get bigger"
No one is entitled to anything. Expect nothing. One is only pleasantly surprised when it is a surprise. Otherwise it's just disappointment til one gets what one wants.
Spare me no sympathy or pity. I don't deserve it. My problems are mine because I've created them. THAT is within my means of control.
I am constantly surrounded by people who deal with WORLDS of grief; pain, suffering, loss, sickness, death... It is not right for me to be even the least bit upset about anything as petty as these "things" I'm dealing with, so I won't be. It's just that simple.
Things are bad. Not for me. But I see it... Much of my frustration comes from the feeling I get that there's nothing I can do to help... and if I were helping, I just wish there was a way to know... I don't need praise or thanks... I just want to know if I should keep doing what I'm doing.
It's frustrating only getting feedback when one does the wrong thing... varying degrees of feedback in varying different intensities for varying different degrees of wrong.
Things happen ...
There are some things that are in my control. There are considerably more things that I have not the modicum of control over. I ask questions to pry into the core and possibly understand whether or not control is out of my reach. Furthermore, I try to understand why.
In my prying, in my seemingly never-ending quest for further understanding, I tend to find information that ultimately becomes difficult to know. One can't just unlearn information, though one wishes one could. These things are just out of my control.
So do I not pry and deal with the ignorance with a smile? That won't make me happy. Do I ask the questions, get a better understanding, come off as nosy, and run the risk of feeling queasy with the answer? What if I know the answer already?!?! Do I ask to confirm, live in denial, or just understand that no mater the answer, it's out of my control? No question!
This logic stuff gives me a headache and makes me anxious. When I want information it's because there's a gap in my logic and I don't mean to think irrationally. It's just out of my control.
AND... ULTIMATELY... IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS ANYWAY
"you look for trouble, you're going to find it."
"mind over matter - if you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
"just keep rollin' on"
"If you don't deal with your problems, they just get bigger"
No one is entitled to anything. Expect nothing. One is only pleasantly surprised when it is a surprise. Otherwise it's just disappointment til one gets what one wants.
Spare me no sympathy or pity. I don't deserve it. My problems are mine because I've created them. THAT is within my means of control.
I am constantly surrounded by people who deal with WORLDS of grief; pain, suffering, loss, sickness, death... It is not right for me to be even the least bit upset about anything as petty as these "things" I'm dealing with, so I won't be. It's just that simple.
Things are bad. Not for me. But I see it... Much of my frustration comes from the feeling I get that there's nothing I can do to help... and if I were helping, I just wish there was a way to know... I don't need praise or thanks... I just want to know if I should keep doing what I'm doing.
It's frustrating only getting feedback when one does the wrong thing... varying degrees of feedback in varying different intensities for varying different degrees of wrong.
Things happen ...