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19 octubre Insecure Negative PeopleLast week I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen for many years. We lost touch when we both married and moved. Excited happy and glad to have bumped into each other again, we took our re-union to the nearest restaurant to chat some more and catch up. Ten minutes into our meet-up, I realized why we hadn’t stayed in touch, why I hadn’t looked her up.
Every other sentence out of her mouth was a complaint or a negative comment. Her husband doesn’t treat her right, her kids don’t call and visit her as much as they should, her doctor doesn’t believe her when she says she’s sick, and on and on and on. Not one good thing spewed forth from her lips.
Twenty minutes later I glanced quickly at my watch, gasped for breath and, excused myself. I had to go. The whole encounter had me on the verge of a major depressive attack. It started me thinking about negative and insecure people.
I find that insecure and/or negative people are extremely needy and miserable people to be around. They are that way for a lot of reasons. Many insecure people may have been raised in a chaotic, unpredictable or volatile environment in which they were kept off balance, on guard or on edge. Some turn inward, becoming self-obsessed – “It’s all about me.” They typically have unrealistic expectations and sometimes unconsciously overcompensate for their poor self-image by thinking they're better than other people.
Negative/insecure people will often insult or bully others to make themselves feel better. They tend to be very defensive and cannot handle criticism. They usually find scapegoats for their problems, never realizing that they are causing the problems themselves. Also, they tend to point out the shortcomings of others, even if untrue, in order to cover up for their own perceived inadequacies.
In the end I concluded that “Not all insecure people are haters, but all haters are insecure people.”
What do you think happens to make them that way? Can anything be done for them? Do you know any negative or insecure people? How do you handle it/them? 05 octubre Bit-mo' & the Man in the Moon
There was an old saying that started with, "He don't bit-mo"... and, it ended with, "than a man in the moon!" The saying had words between bit-mo and the man in the moon. Sometimes a few, sometimes more. But, the meaning was unmistakable. I didn't wonder about that old saying back then, never thought much about its origin, that is...until lately. A few months ago mister papa dellgirl began to tell me his plans for completing a project that has been in the works for a long while. I listened patiently, nodded appropriately, grunted or sighed whichever response his confused ramblings elicited from my flabbergasted brain. He had it all planned out down to the last detail, every meandering syllable. Oh, LAWDY! When he finished, I reiterated; just to be sure he knew that I heard and understood him. He nodded in agreement as I did my reiterating. Whereby upon concluding my reiteration I asked sweetly, "What are we going to do with X if we do it that way, Honey?" You would have thought I hit him up side the head. His impatience with my inability to see his logic beamed through loud and clear. "Dang, dellgirl. You sure do know how to make it hard for me, you didn't listen to a word I said." Then it dawned on me. "He don't bit-mo know what he's doing than the man in the moon! I've revisited "Bit mo' and the man in the moon" several more times since papa's and my conversation. I find that a good many people "don't bit-mo' know what they're doing or saying than a man in the moon!" © 2009 by Leona G. Shankle 01 octubre Dinner & a Movie
Saturday September 19th:
The shrill sound of the phone interrupts my concentration, on the
adorable commercial about the talking pot-hole. Dang, I love that
commercial! Baby son on the phone, I have to take this. I love hearing
from that kid. He promised earlier in the week to pick me up and take
me to his house. ![]() "Hey, ma. How are you, what are you doing?" "Hey, yourself kiddo. I'm fine, not doing a thing. Just watching this cute little commercial. What's up?" "I'll pick up in an hour if you're ready." He said. I smile and respond, "I'm ready, see you in an hour." Forty-five minutes later he rings the doorbell and I grab my purse and head for the door. The short trip to his house is shorter than usual as we chat, joke,and laugh the whole way. At his house, he opens the door to let me in while he gathers his packages from the car. I busy myself by looking around while he puts away his things. We finish at the same time and settle down to visit for a bit and talk some more. "Ma, have you ever had shrimp tacos before?" he asked, springing to his feet. "Ummm, don't think I have, why?" I questioned. He's halfway to the kitchen before I finish answering, I follow wondering what he's up to. He removes foods from the fridge, places it on the counter and begins to prepare our dinner. While the shrimp boils, he chops and shreds lettuce, tomatoes, and onion. We talk a mile-a-minute as he works and in no time everything is ready. We take our food to eat and watch Twilight Zone movies. Naturally, we miss most of the movie - talking. Wow, the shrimp tacos are really delicious, very tasty! They are also rather filling, just one has me as-full-as-a-tick. Now that we're full we get quiet to watch a little of the movie. Too much stillness and quietness has us both nodding and dozing so I suggest that he can take me home whenever he's ready. That way he can get back home himself and get some much-needed rest. What a suprisingly wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon - making memories. Life doesn't get much better than this. |
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