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| Fat Hamster |
Seriously though. There has got to be a better way. (Ice cream maybe?)
I'm thinking about the hamster wheel because right now my head is in an existential, dark and twisty place (which is why I'm writing this post.) Well, you say, that's not moving the body. Hey look Mrs. Smarty Pants, my fingers are tip, tippity-tap, typing away, so HAH! Movement. TAKE THAT! (And at least it's not ice cream)
Anyway here's the thing. There's a person (herein to be known as X) in my life who looks and acts pretty normal, appears to be a competent person and has done nothing to me but in spite of that I feel like there's something not quite right, something amiss. I feel malice, ill will and contempt emanating from X in waves when I'm around but no one else seems to notice it. Everyone acts as though they genuinely like X. And this makes me feel crazy because I'm afraid X has everyone buffaloed and is going to hurt someone I care about....at some point.....in the future. Ahem.
Now I'm a highly sensitive person and just a teeny tiny bit tightly wound. You're shocked I know. I know. Fact is though, as hard as it is to believe, I am extremely sensitive - to light, to sound, to smell, to vibrations, to shellfish. You name it. And I'm hypervigilant. I react internally to the moods, feelings and energy of others. So presently I'm reacting all over the fucking place. Literally the hair on my arms is standing on end and I have the heebie jeebies just thinking about X. It's almost like I expect the human skin on X's head to flap back revealing a reptilian one that's licking it's nonlips and going "yum, yum."
Consequently, there's not much contact between X and me to be sure. But sometimes we do end up in the same room and inevitably on these occasions as I'm sitting, listening to a speaker and not paying much mind to anything except what's being said I'll look up and BOOM there's X leaning forward, arms crossed defensively, staring straight at me with a hostile/contemptuous expression that seems vaguely ominous. It makes me uncomfortable because it feels like a challenge or maybe even a threat. Being the submissive that I am though, instead of confronting this, I immediately look away. Most of the time if I dare look back X eyes are still drilling holes in my head.
Consequently, there's not much contact between X and me to be sure. But sometimes we do end up in the same room and inevitably on these occasions as I'm sitting, listening to a speaker and not paying much mind to anything except what's being said I'll look up and BOOM there's X leaning forward, arms crossed defensively, staring straight at me with a hostile/contemptuous expression that seems vaguely ominous. It makes me uncomfortable because it feels like a challenge or maybe even a threat. Being the submissive that I am though, instead of confronting this, I immediately look away. Most of the time if I dare look back X eyes are still drilling holes in my head.
What sucks though is that as much as I want to spin in one place in my little hampster wheel for forever, as I go over and over the things I think are wrong with X , I am sober enough to know that, wait for it, wait for it....
It's not about X.
"It is a spiritual axiom that every time we are disturbed,
no matter what the cause, there is something wrong with
us."
no matter what the cause, there is something wrong with
us."
X is just a mirror. As Pogo once said, "I have seen the enemy and he is us." So it's me who needs to change not X. Time to stop blaming the mirror. Time to move a muscle - change a thought.
See how that came around? Well I'll be damned. It works. It really does.
See how that came around? Well I'll be damned. It works. It really does.
