Every now and then I get up in my own grill as to how I think things should or shouldn’t go. And I am feeling very much like that today. I am a simple beast – if you say you are going to do something, I trust fully that you will. If you ask me for information, I will give it to you. Opinion too. And then I stand by what I have said. If you said you would call me, I am going to wait for you to do so. If you don’t – I will be annoyed. I will get over it, but I will be annoyed.
Of course all of this is tied to my ego and transference and yips and yaps from my subconscious … I know that and I work on letting go of my irritation. I mean, in the scheme of things, does it really matter? But then I set my jaw and tell myself it does matter. Fact is I don’t like being messed around. And I am allowed to be irritated damnit! Then I doubt myself …. am I allowed to be annoyed? Or am I being childish? Should I even be bothered? Or should I just give a gallic shrug and move on?
I was having a debate with myself this evening about missed drinks with a friend when I saw this little book “Let’s be enemies” on Brain Pickings. It’s by Janice May Udry, illustrated by the wonderful Maurice Sendak. A quick elbow to my ego’s ribs: “Oh do shut up Wildish, and pass the pretzels.”
(Frenemy: A friend who is also an enemy. According to teenagers. All images in the public domain. Find “Let’s be enemies” at Amazon. This post was not sponsored by anyone but my ego.)