After the day I’ve had, I needed to watch this, the link sent to me by a frequent email correspondent (Thanks, Kathy!). I tried embedding it, but the code kept disappearing or showing up only as code … must be a liberal conspiracy or something. 😉
Why, you ask? (I’m fairly sure I heard you ask and that it wasn’t just the voices in my head, but I could be wrong.) Because a letter-writer made me break my vow today to never raise my voice to a reader, and for that I’m sorry. For what I told him (basically that not all letters are printed, I won’t cater to bullies, and that I had already answered his questions before and he didn’t listen then, either) I’m not sorry.
I hate confrontation, partially because I inherited my temper from my dad, and sometimes have to fight really hard to control it. This is why I do things like occasionally rant on the blog, do puzzles (inherently logical) and keep goofy stuff near me at all times to remind me that other people’s bad moods don’t have to rub off on me (that would just let them win, anyway, and I’m competitive enough to be determined that it doesn’t happen). I’ve quite often found myself having to play peacemaker, which despite the example in D.C. doesn’t mean refusing to compromise.
There are people in the world who just aren’t happy unless they’re making someone else unhappy (and even then they don’t smile … at most you may get a smirk), and they refuse to find even a tiny jot of humor in anything that offends them … and there’s a LOT that offends them and gives them both the feeling of entitlement and that they’re being persecuted. What’s even funnier is that they think it’s the other side that’s so quick to take offense.
Yeah, confuses the hell out of me too.
So to celebrate the end of this workweek, which also saw the return of the bronchitis I thought I’d finally kicked, I give you “The end(s).” All images are from Cute Overload.