good night, sweet dreams
I always post with some degree of trepidation.
I really do want to write more honestly. I admire the courage of those who do. Openness is a very difficult thing for me, but I feel the urge to attempt it on occasion.
Suddenly, I've lost my thought...let's see if I can get it back.
It has to do with assembling shelves myself. I nearly threw a tantrum. I came close to calling someone and whining for help. Plus, I wasn't feeling well. It was a tall shelf. It's really hard to put both sides together by yourself, especially when the first step is to get a thin rod to hold the sides together so you can build on it. Finally, I get that screwed in, only to find that I was wrong. I had to undo it and start the whole process again. Man, what I would've given to have someone just hold the other side up! So close, so close...
But, I did it. I even assembled a smaller one afterwards. I officially don't need anyone to take care of me. The dent on the wall says so.
posted by gimm @ 12:10 AM
4 Comments:
mountains out of molehills myrtle. it's ok when slightly unpleasant things happen, whether they're happening to you or to others... just let it go. it seems to me that you feel much more pain from your own anxieties than you do from the things you are anxious about. i do the same thing, but not to the extent that you do.
mountains out of molehills? perhaps if you knew exactly what it's about you wouldn't think so.
nonetheless, regarding anxieties...i think you're just as bad as i am. at times, maybe even worse.
this would be a good time for one of those "am NOT-ARE too" arguments.
what's going on? when did myrtle become gimm? if it's really about shelving than i think my point stands, otherwise... perhaps not.
When I used to get SO mad about something like putting shelves together, my dad would say in this really sing-song voice... "When all else fails, read the instructions" Oooooh, that made me mad.
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