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I'm enjoying my quiet weekend. I have little to write, at least on the deeper level.
Though for some reason in the past couple days a certain has been floating around my brain for various reasons. And as usual, one or two things will finally trigger me to write about it, but they're not the only impetus.
I feel I'm finally getting more self-actualized because I'm not as torn up about people not liking me. I mean, sure, I still want to get along with folks and still have complexes and feel self-conscience about perceptions people have of me, but in the end, if the verdict comes out and I'm found on the wrong side, I don't sweat it as much. To continue with this legal metaphor, I guess I will make a good case, but I never concern myself with an appeal.
And this feels like a success to me for several reasons. One, I trust that I'm a likable person and don't need numbers to prove it. Two, it's okay for people to not like me. And it doesn't make them bad, at least not anymore than I am.
There are plenty of people I don't really like. Some of them are even my friends. Seriously. I guess I should be defining all these words better, but there are people in my life that I wouldn't categorize as folks I find compatible or kindred. But I stick around, because I feel there's something I can learn from them. Or maybe I just care about them and the role they play in my life, but I don't want to spend an evening on conversation with them.
This post is not shaping up to be at all what I'm trying to communicate. It sounds way more egocentric and harsh then I intend. And now I'm losing the purpose, so perhaps I'll just return to the subject at a later date when I have more clarity and articulation.
I'll end with something completely different. I've decided that Mya Rudolph is the funniest person on the planet, at least for now. I doubted her ability to produce as many laughs as her predecessors, but she's stepped up to the plate bigtime. Her dancing to "That Don't Impress Me Much" nearly caused me to lose all the easter bunnies&chicks I had consumed while watching the perplexing Sexy Beast. And her impression of Halle wasn't too shabby either. Now if only SNL would do a crossover episode with Mad TV and I could see a dream pairing of Mya and Stephnie Weir. Yeah, I'm sort of a fan of sketch comedy.
I should sleep sleep sleep, so tomorrow I can finish the Wu-Tang sampler tape before the play date.
Though for some reason in the past couple days a certain has been floating around my brain for various reasons. And as usual, one or two things will finally trigger me to write about it, but they're not the only impetus.
I feel I'm finally getting more self-actualized because I'm not as torn up about people not liking me. I mean, sure, I still want to get along with folks and still have complexes and feel self-conscience about perceptions people have of me, but in the end, if the verdict comes out and I'm found on the wrong side, I don't sweat it as much. To continue with this legal metaphor, I guess I will make a good case, but I never concern myself with an appeal.
And this feels like a success to me for several reasons. One, I trust that I'm a likable person and don't need numbers to prove it. Two, it's okay for people to not like me. And it doesn't make them bad, at least not anymore than I am.
There are plenty of people I don't really like. Some of them are even my friends. Seriously. I guess I should be defining all these words better, but there are people in my life that I wouldn't categorize as folks I find compatible or kindred. But I stick around, because I feel there's something I can learn from them. Or maybe I just care about them and the role they play in my life, but I don't want to spend an evening on conversation with them.
This post is not shaping up to be at all what I'm trying to communicate. It sounds way more egocentric and harsh then I intend. And now I'm losing the purpose, so perhaps I'll just return to the subject at a later date when I have more clarity and articulation.
I'll end with something completely different. I've decided that Mya Rudolph is the funniest person on the planet, at least for now. I doubted her ability to produce as many laughs as her predecessors, but she's stepped up to the plate bigtime. Her dancing to "That Don't Impress Me Much" nearly caused me to lose all the easter bunnies&chicks I had consumed while watching the perplexing Sexy Beast. And her impression of Halle wasn't too shabby either. Now if only SNL would do a crossover episode with Mad TV and I could see a dream pairing of Mya and Stephnie Weir. Yeah, I'm sort of a fan of sketch comedy.
I should sleep sleep sleep, so tomorrow I can finish the Wu-Tang sampler tape before the play date.
