It’s Monday and I actually went to bed at 10 p.m. last night. Imagine that? I watched Sex in the City (thanks for the reminder!!!) and then I read my How to write a Damn Good Novel book until my eyes were tired and I went to sleep. And today I’m not tired at all….it’s great.
The link wasn’t working yesterday…so try again…I’m telling ya there’s some great writing exercises there….click on read and write…Ed Clayton
This weekend was a good one. I had it together. I got up early on Saturday and Sunday and I did my Excel stuff I wanted to get done and I read my book as much as I wanted to. (I’m on pg 73). I went to this bookstore where they sell used books and found 2 books that I’ve been looking for for awhile. And they were $5 a piece. The only store I like to go to is the bookstore.
I finished my Christmas shopping. I have nothing else to buy for anyone else. I’m done! Done I tell ya …Done! I got a bunch of Christmas cards over the weekend…none from my family up North. They suck. Period. They all just suck. I did get a Christmas card from my late Dad’s neighbor too. He wrote some very nice things inside of that card. But I wonder if his feelings are those of a person who feels bad for me and has a lot of guilt. I don’t know.
I hate sympathy. Compassion is entirely another issue. Sympathy sucks! I don’t want anyone to ever look at my situation or my past and do nice things for me out of sympathy. And my Dad’s neighbor…I think he does those things because he feels bad for not going to my Dad’s house to check on him. This is a loooong story. The story of my Dad’s passing. I think one day when I have a fresh box of Kleenex I’ll delve into that. I’m just not ready yet. If someone asks you to go check on their family member because you happen to be the neighbor and they happen to be over 1,000 miles away…go check on them! Especially whenever you are friends with said person you’re going to check on!!! Trust me on this one. And don’t do nice things for people out of sympathy. How do you tell if someone is doing something out of sympathy or compassion? There’s such a fine line between the differences. I just can’t tell.
I scored some cool new CD’s this weekend too. At a pawn shop. The thing that sucks when I go to one of those places now is I see a CD that I think I own and then I wonder if it is indeed mine. When someone you live with pawns your shit…. then you’ll understand that statement. Sickening I know. I almost hate to go to those places now. I got Tim McGraw’s new CD and started to listen to it this morning. It’s pretty darn good. I was gonna send it to “him” since he doesn’t have it. But now…hmm I dunno. And besides…he won’t let me buy that Digital Cam from him. Grrrr…. So hmm… I just don’t know.
He didn’t get his Christmas present yet. I bet he thinks I stiffed him. Teehee….(she said stiffed)…
Achin’ for no more sympathy…
PoeticaL
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion