I was whipping through a plus size rack of cotton t-shirts. Acting fast and pessimistly, I discover an oatmeal colored cotton t-shirt with a gold elephant on the front...,
Interesting choice
Monday, August 10, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Certain Dispositions
I am working in den of dusk level darkness... I craft a neutrally worded sentence... and it will boomerang in a negative assumption of my behavior...
It makes me wonder if places attract certain dispositions ...
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Even Those We Have not Met
I interacted with a manager regarding the crushing of
my instinct.., by a handful of supervisors ...
He appeared dismayed... He partnered his disappointment with the verbalized thought:
"That reminds me, I need to remind people to not
go against their instincts"
We are effecting people we have not met
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Big Girl
The deli man loudly greeted me: "want to make u
happy, Big Girl"
Somehow I do not feel celebrated
Monday, August 3, 2015
Looking Up
I can be gripped by first impressions and people's response to them
It was perfect timing... The elevator doors opened when I approached ... A man's eyewear caught
my eyes... Admiring them generated my frequently under-stated smile...,
He looked up as if he sensed it and smiled back
It was perfect timing... The elevator doors opened when I approached ... A man's eyewear caught
my eyes... Admiring them generated my frequently under-stated smile...,
He looked up as if he sensed it and smiled back
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Eternal Anger
I am becoming more aware of my eternal anger. It began to display it self to me when I became to ready to snap at a woman when she started to advise instead of sympathize with one of my stories
My theory for lessening the anger is to ride the wave, notice my reaction after being with someone and do not let it be an excuse to mistreat myself or others
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Nail Techician
My posture personified my work place tensions. I splurged for a manicure..., the nail technician massaged my arms...
I began to cry... It felt like the more her fingers put pressure on my pores the more my grief was being
released through them
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