A Man Can Be A Fool And Not Know It
I believe it was H.L. Mencken that said that a man can be a fool and not know it--unless he is married. Wives are sometimes a little too good at pointing out when their husbands are being fools, and my wife is no exception. I'm not convinced I was being a fool, but perhaps my desires could be considered a fool's errand.
The metaphorical air has been let out of my tires and I have been spinning my wheels uselessly for a couple of days. I have been unconsciously offering free rent in my head to our latest variant of Dolores Umbridge. My ideas of confronting Dolores with the destructive nature of her behavior have been dashed by my wife. Other people have confronted her and she hasn't listened to THEM. What makes you think you'll have any impact? I had been drafting variations on my theme only to have my wife point out (correctly) where my words will be unhelpful or inadvertantly undermine the people I think I'm trying to help. Great. While processing my righteous anger and desire to protect my wife's reputation and feelings, I have been told that my gesture will prove utterly meaningless and ineffectual--but gee you are kind of sweet for wanting to stand up for me.
Considering I have no real outlets in which to channel or vent my anger, I guess I have to yet again swallow the bile and allow a bully to win. It galls me to think that in "winning", that bully will take another step in turning a church into an emotionally toxic and spiritually bankrupt environment. Sure, it isn't high on the barometer of the usual litany of sins and doesn't get its own anthropomorphic personification (like Greed, Envy, etc.) but it does register as a Really Bad Thing™ to me.
I read syrjustus's entry today. Since no one is dead, lost, freezing, or starving as a result of what is going on, I guess what I am railing against is really small in comparison.
Sleeplessness Fu
I spent yet another night unable to sleep. Both AElfgifu and Josie decided that I deserved their comforting presence most of the night. Normally, they have that variable radius of feline tolerance thing going, but last night they put that aside so they could both curl up with me. At least *they* got some sleep.
I also discovered that I am temporarily immune to plush kitty endorphins when I probably need them most.
It Isn't All Bad, But This Is Just Bizarre
I deliberately went minimalist on the Cell's holiday decor. I really wanted that goofy trophy thing out of my workspace and hoped it would go to someone who put in some real effort into their display. Charlie Brown's tree flanked by Snoopy and Woodstock gave people enough nostalgia for their Generation X X-mas memories that I won first place again. Shakes head. The take-home prize will become another Christmas present for ealdthryth. *This* one she *will* like and declare "cute". On the other hand, I now have to put up with the trophy for an indeterminate amount of time.
I suppose if I really wanted it gone, I wouldn't have decorated at all....
The metaphorical air has been let out of my tires and I have been spinning my wheels uselessly for a couple of days. I have been unconsciously offering free rent in my head to our latest variant of Dolores Umbridge. My ideas of confronting Dolores with the destructive nature of her behavior have been dashed by my wife. Other people have confronted her and she hasn't listened to THEM. What makes you think you'll have any impact? I had been drafting variations on my theme only to have my wife point out (correctly) where my words will be unhelpful or inadvertantly undermine the people I think I'm trying to help. Great. While processing my righteous anger and desire to protect my wife's reputation and feelings, I have been told that my gesture will prove utterly meaningless and ineffectual--but gee you are kind of sweet for wanting to stand up for me.
Considering I have no real outlets in which to channel or vent my anger, I guess I have to yet again swallow the bile and allow a bully to win. It galls me to think that in "winning", that bully will take another step in turning a church into an emotionally toxic and spiritually bankrupt environment. Sure, it isn't high on the barometer of the usual litany of sins and doesn't get its own anthropomorphic personification (like Greed, Envy, etc.) but it does register as a Really Bad Thing™ to me.
I read syrjustus's entry today. Since no one is dead, lost, freezing, or starving as a result of what is going on, I guess what I am railing against is really small in comparison.
Sleeplessness Fu
I spent yet another night unable to sleep. Both AElfgifu and Josie decided that I deserved their comforting presence most of the night. Normally, they have that variable radius of feline tolerance thing going, but last night they put that aside so they could both curl up with me. At least *they* got some sleep.
I also discovered that I am temporarily immune to plush kitty endorphins when I probably need them most.
It Isn't All Bad, But This Is Just Bizarre
I deliberately went minimalist on the Cell's holiday decor. I really wanted that goofy trophy thing out of my workspace and hoped it would go to someone who put in some real effort into their display. Charlie Brown's tree flanked by Snoopy and Woodstock gave people enough nostalgia for their Generation X X-mas memories that I won first place again. Shakes head. The take-home prize will become another Christmas present for ealdthryth. *This* one she *will* like and declare "cute". On the other hand, I now have to put up with the trophy for an indeterminate amount of time.
I suppose if I really wanted it gone, I wouldn't have decorated at all....