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Not laugh-out-loud humorous funny, but amusing/interesting funny. I spent the better part of last year either pushing my own whiny ass to act or having it pushed for me.
It's like ripping off a band-aid: I can either whine and drag my feet about it and make excuses for leaving it on (while it gets all itchy and gooey and is frankly rather unattractive look at), or I can rip the damn thing off and be done with it. Hm... this is kind of a lousy analogy since I usually take band-aids off in the shower and it's almost painless. But my point-because I have one-is that if I have a problem, I have it in me to deal with it or move on past it instead of whining about it.
There's a reason that whining doesn't work. No one likes hearing it, and it just perpetuates the feeling of helplessness. I should know-I've done plenty, well past the age when we're supposed to have outgrown it. Sure, it has short-term therapeutic benefits, but so does scratching a bug bite. Doesn't mean it's a good idea in the long run.
Discussing a problem rationally ends up being more effective. Livejournal comes to mind...I've made up my mind to do less whining and more of the "well, this is what's going on and these are some solutions I'm thinking of trying" type of posts. It's more productive, and seeing as how other people will read it, I'm now holding myself more accountable for actually sticking to a goal.
Some of the crap is the direct result of choices I made as an adult, and some is due to circumstances that were beyond my control as a child. Most is the former. As for the latter-sure, my childhood sucked in some regards. Maybe more than a lot of folks I know. I'm not a child now and it's my job to cope with that shit. So my teenage years weren't all that happy. Meh. Neither were most people's, but dwelling on it well into one's twenties is a waste.
So there are people who suck. People don't stop being mean when we cease to be teenagers. Heck, I've been called slow, incompetant, that I shouldn't bother trying because I have no skills/talent/physical attractiveness/what have you. It can feel like a slap in the face, sure, especially if it comes from someone that I considered a friend. It's the whole low self-esteem/I am not worthy mentality, and it didn't do me any good. Same attitude that led me to stay in relationships where I really wasn't all that happy. Then I realized: why am I bothering? Why am I basing my fucking self-worth on what some pitiful shell of a person thinks of me?
I yelled a big "NO" and set my limits. Nobody really respects a doormat, after all.
That's where I am in my life as far as figuring out my Will. Taking the crayons that life granted me and still coloring a masterpiece on the kiddie menu so I can put it up on my refrigerator, look at it, and be able to say "I made something cool!"
It's like ripping off a band-aid: I can either whine and drag my feet about it and make excuses for leaving it on (while it gets all itchy and gooey and is frankly rather unattractive look at), or I can rip the damn thing off and be done with it. Hm... this is kind of a lousy analogy since I usually take band-aids off in the shower and it's almost painless. But my point-because I have one-is that if I have a problem, I have it in me to deal with it or move on past it instead of whining about it.
There's a reason that whining doesn't work. No one likes hearing it, and it just perpetuates the feeling of helplessness. I should know-I've done plenty, well past the age when we're supposed to have outgrown it. Sure, it has short-term therapeutic benefits, but so does scratching a bug bite. Doesn't mean it's a good idea in the long run.
Discussing a problem rationally ends up being more effective. Livejournal comes to mind...I've made up my mind to do less whining and more of the "well, this is what's going on and these are some solutions I'm thinking of trying" type of posts. It's more productive, and seeing as how other people will read it, I'm now holding myself more accountable for actually sticking to a goal.
Some of the crap is the direct result of choices I made as an adult, and some is due to circumstances that were beyond my control as a child. Most is the former. As for the latter-sure, my childhood sucked in some regards. Maybe more than a lot of folks I know. I'm not a child now and it's my job to cope with that shit. So my teenage years weren't all that happy. Meh. Neither were most people's, but dwelling on it well into one's twenties is a waste.
So there are people who suck. People don't stop being mean when we cease to be teenagers. Heck, I've been called slow, incompetant, that I shouldn't bother trying because I have no skills/talent/physical attractiveness/what have you. It can feel like a slap in the face, sure, especially if it comes from someone that I considered a friend. It's the whole low self-esteem/I am not worthy mentality, and it didn't do me any good. Same attitude that led me to stay in relationships where I really wasn't all that happy. Then I realized: why am I bothering? Why am I basing my fucking self-worth on what some pitiful shell of a person thinks of me?
I yelled a big "NO" and set my limits. Nobody really respects a doormat, after all.
That's where I am in my life as far as figuring out my Will. Taking the crayons that life granted me and still coloring a masterpiece on the kiddie menu so I can put it up on my refrigerator, look at it, and be able to say "I made something cool!"
