We look for the good in others, but when they show us the opposite, we get upset. Maybe we have these standards no one can really meet? We want the best for others when we should be a little more concerned what's best for us. I don't advocate that we become selfish, no, never... What I'm trying to state is how sometimes we place categories on people. Once they step out of that bo, it's like hell. We become confused, not because they have placed it upon us. We do it to ourselves.
I'm in this position now. No one told me to think so highly of them; I did it because I felt they were worth it. :(
But this is life. How about love? How is my love life coming along? Non-existent. Everyday I think of J. I should be done with him, but I'm not yet. The keyword is "yet." I know there will be a day that I stop having these feelings towards him.
And what about a sense of humor? The other day, during my journalism class, we had guest speaker. When I first saw him, he seemed quiet and I was the first to joke with him. I figured he was a little tense. Once he started talking, he didn't shut it. It started upbeat, but then he became mellow. My mind went off and I started to think how he looked like Mr. Rogers on crack. I know, my mind is insane but hey, at least I entertained myself for the hr and a half he was presenting.
HUGS,
-T. Love
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