I posted this idea to the Facebook, this morning, but wanted to flesh it out a bit more.
Recently, I was mishandled by one or more individuals. It wasn't me, directly, but it affected those that I love. And, when people I love are affected in a negative way, I usually tattle on the perpetrator, to my bride, then hide behind her while she does all the dirty work.
But not this time. Every so often, I get so incensed, I have to do something about the naughtiness.
I put it like this:
I have a sneaking suspicion that my body doesn't much appreciate that infrequent endeavor. Then again, maybe it needs the action and adds years to my life.
Next time, I'll just hide behind my wife again.
Carry on.
Recently, I was mishandled by one or more individuals. It wasn't me, directly, but it affected those that I love. And, when people I love are affected in a negative way, I usually tattle on the perpetrator, to my bride, then hide behind her while she does all the dirty work.
But not this time. Every so often, I get so incensed, I have to do something about the naughtiness.
I put it like this:
My blood pressure rises. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. My normally ambient self is now a weapon of heated anger, ready to defend my beliefs, rights, and even loved ones. By gosh, I'm ready to martyr myself against my adversary!!
Adversary: "Incongruous Circumspection. I agree with you."
Dammit. All that hullaballoo for nothing.
I have a sneaking suspicion that my body doesn't much appreciate that infrequent endeavor. Then again, maybe it needs the action and adds years to my life.
Next time, I'll just hide behind my wife again.
Carry on.
What? It doesn't feel good to be agreed with? I stay clear of Facebook so I am not entirely sure of the context but best wishes.... I read in another blog how you made an effort to befriend and welcome some strangers into your neighborhood, or close by.... That was very kind of you, Sand, you and your kin.
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