Have you ever met someone who annoys you just by the very sight of them? One minute you're in a good mood, thinking happy thoughts and then you spot him/her and it's like a switch is flipped. Your eyes become narrow slits, lips tighten and your mood goes dark. You begin to pray that they don't come over and talk to you, but they always do. People like this are akin to cats who sense the non cat person in the room and then proceed to rub all over them, until they are shooed away.
I have one of the above mentioned people in my life. I'm a fairly tolerant person, but I have a low capacity when it comes to listening to someone brag about themselves. It really grinds my gears. This person really, truly has no cause to brag, but they do...shamelessly, incessantly and mercilessly. When it starts up I end up clenching my teeth so tightly I fear they may crack. Because I'm a terrible actor I cannot even remotely pretend to be supportive of the brags that bubble forth from this person's maw. Usually, I mumble something like, "how nice", or "good for you" then I hurry off before I punch them in the throat. I'm trying to be positive about this person appearing in my life as an opportunity for me to grow and become more tolerant and accepting, less judgy. But it's very, very difficult. I've come close to calling them out on the brag-a-thon's more than once, but each time I hold back not wanting to come off like a giant bitch. I know myself. If I react out of hostile emotion I will say things that aren't nice, and I don't want to be that person. I never want to hurt a person's feelings. This person is a harmless soul and perhaps not the sharpest knife in the drawer, so I need to let it go. But it's very, very difficult. We all know that bragging stems from insecurity. I need to find some empathy for this person's insecurity issue. Find a deeper understanding into what the bragging does for this person, not what listening to it does to me. Can I do that? Any suggestions? Most days I'm pretty sure I can manage to pull it off. I'll just have to rearrange my schedule if PMS comes into the picture.
December has been kind of a shite month. Jonathan's Dad had a quick, but serious bout with bronchitis that landed him in the hospital. He's doing great now, thank goodness. We had to say goodbye to lovely old Zeke, the 21 year old cat who was featured in the prior blog. He was doing well and then one day he decided he didn't want to eat. Our lovely vet friend gracefully assisted him over the Rainbow Bridge from the comfort of his window bed. No scary last vet visit for my animals if I can help it. I mean, we know he was incredibly old so his passing away wasn't a major shocker, but it still was very sad. Jonathan made the comment that if he was our child he'd be graduating from college. Cue:floods of tears.
Also in Dec, my horse received a routine vaccine which gave him a terrible reaction so he was very muscle sore for about two weeks. That sucked (more for me than him, since he got good meds and no work). Fortunately, he's fine now, but it's been raining like a SOB in Aiken for the last couple of weeks, which has made consistent training a challenge.
Two weeks ago, one of my lower molars has decided to abscess. I caught it in the nick of time with antibiotics, but that's not a perma fix. It needs to be addressed by a dentist. I decided to give myself until after Christmas to have anything drastic done to it. It's now after Christmas, and I still haven't called for an appointment. I guess it's time to be a big girl and make the call.
And last but not least, our car is having some sort of oil pressure issue. I'm waiting to hear what the report is from the fancy German car mechanic. Gulp. I've done a lot of research on the problem so I know two things. It can be an easy fix, or it will be an expensive fix. Fingers crossed here.
All in all, I'm feeling good about the arrival of 2016. We're really excited about all of the horses we're working with at the moment. Our house has two rooms that are ready for color to go on the walls, to be followed by redoing the floors, which I happen to find very satisfying and fun. It's a good time right now. Life will always have blips and hiccups. Sometimes it seems like enough is enough, but I try to look for balance. Find something good that makes me happy, like making a video of Miles while I'm having a solo dance party (which I promise I'll stop posting those vids on FB). I recently read a meme that said something like, "You don't live once, you die once". It's important to be nice, do what makes you happy and the rest of it just sorts out somehow. At least that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Time to go call that dentist...