My musings on the world that surrounds and astonds me. For June, 2000
Okay.
I've been doing too much, that's fair. I've been pretty tired and pretty grumpy. But...
I've held up pretty well. I've seen really rude nasty selfish behavior and held my tongue. I've kept from going nuclear on people a lot.
I want a cookie.
Or at least something. I realize that I'm being a better person just to be a better person, and that is reward in and of itself, but I still get mad. Someone behaves stupidly, childishly, carelessly, selfishlessly, I just wanna smack em still.
I had one such incident that I spent the entire night thinking about it and was still ruminating on the issue the next morning.
So I tell Mike, hey, this is what I wanna say to so and so. That'll fix their little red wagon and it's still not mean, I'm taking the focus away from their behavior and yet letting them know that what they're doing is understood and not right. Of course my husband put it into perspecitve. He said that he'd do even better and say it in a way that is not about them at all but the message will get to them. He's talented that way.
Besides, some people never learn anyway. You can tell them what's right and they still behave like rotten spoiled brats.
Oh well. I guess the best thing for me to do is let it g;. shake my head sadly and smile and nod.
And then, go get a cookie.
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So Mike's in school and doing okay in his classes. He's thinking about what he'll take next. I've decided what I want to do with my future. I'm gonna go to school too, but I want to become a high school history teacher.
I'm serious. I'm constantly whelmed by the fact that kids are less and less educated in a world that has more and more ways to become educated. I want to help create a passion for learning to at least some kids.
And I want to wear historical costumes to work and it be cool rather than freaky.