|Oh, the Drama!
||[Sep. 11th, 2008|08:47 am]
What drama? I dunno, I'm always blissfully ignorant. If I have a problem with you, what you're doing, I'm going to tell YOU. Not anyone else. And then I'll decide if I can live with it and still be your friend. And generally, unless you're hurting a child or animal...I can live with it, although I reserve the right to call you out privately as often as I see fit/you can stand.
If you don't want to be my friend...I don't care. I may not get the hint. Or I may then frantically amuse myself by trying to engage you in social interaction to see if I can make you uncomfortable. Because I'm all about the polite...and I have a mean streak a mile long. Deadly combination.
It's really hard to offend me. I don't think of myself as a dog person, but clearly I share some dog-like qualities. (Go ahead, get the bad dog joke out of your head...) "Hey, hey, hi Bob, how are ya? Ouch. Why the hell did he kick me?" Next day: "Hey, hey, hi Bob, how are ya?"
I have a masters degree in the eye-roll, the shoulder shrug, the "what-ever". I have my own stuff to do and worry about. I've spent years in jobs/volunteer positions where I have to make unpopular decisions, enforce evil edicts, be the "bad guy" and people either get over it and stop blaming me personally...or they don't. And there's not a damn thing I can about it, except quit. And there are plenty of reasons to quit, but making other people like me....isn't on the list. Especially since I'm such a dork, I'm sure I'd wind up causing offense some other way.
And I can forgive. I don't know that I ever really forget, but I do forgive. Just because you're an alarming a-hole today...doesn't mean you'll always be one. I may not be able to trust you as far as I can throw you and would never share personal info, but you're funny as hell and I'll wholeheartedly enjoy your company for that. There's my Labrador Retriever coming out again...
Of course, my stunning lack of empathy could also be why no one tells me anything. I get that. I'm also oblivious as hell. I could be the very epicenter of drama and just be too stupid to notice. Don't let me mislead you that I have some special talent here. I could well be a quadriplegic wondering why no one will dare to race her in a 200 yard freestyle race. "You would sink, what's the point?" Oh, I dunno, I chuckle, I'll bet I could make a pretty good swim of it. I have some theories and I think I float pretty fast.....
But other than those reasons (and again, I ain't lecturing those of you who are suffering from the drama -- this is me pondering why it never seems to bother/touch me. My journal, about ME) I do have one story to share that I would recommend everyone carry around in their heart and head. Maybe it will make some of it less painful. Because, even though my empathy pouch is small and often empty, I do hate to see other people get hurt.
There were two monks waiting on a street corner where there was a good deal of flooding. A beautiful girl was standing there trying to get across but was unable to. One of the monks seeing the situation quickly picked up the girl, carried her across the water and placed her down on a dry spot. The other monk meanwhile was thinking -- how could he do that -- we’ve taken priestly vows not to look at beautiful women let alone hold them close to our bodies and on and on.
A few miles down the road the second monk could no longer contain himself and began to berate the first monk who had assisted the girl. After the berating had stopped the first monk turned to the second and said, “I put the girl down 3 miles back. How come you are still carrying her?”
I love that story and hold it close to my heart.