I despise conflict, which is probably why I have always enjoyed the company of animals; working with them, spending time with them. It's hard to have an argument with a cat, though I do, frequently. Usually about the appropriateness of the timing of a requested hug. The cats and I fight about the timing of attention seeking a lot. My life, it's awful.
Over the years I have worked for various organisations in all sorts of positions. Sometimes I have left because of boredom. Other times I have left because I like to be paid for the work I do (call me crazy). Once I left because it seemed that there wasn't enough room for someone like me. Someone like me being, I don't know, too sure of herself? Too brave? Too clever? I'm still not sure.
In relationships I have left because I was no longer in love.
Leaving causes conflict. Be it a job or a relationship. Sometimes staying caused the initial conflict, and the leaving conflict is the only way any of the conflict will ever end. As a result of the conflict that I have experienced in my life, the kinds of conflict and the way that conflict has played out, I am now proper terrified of arguments, disagreements, decisions, and, well, people in general.
Mostly I am terrified not so much of being wrong, because it's often not about that. What I'm scared of is people using me and not caring about the impact their actions might have on me. Something I have come to realise is that too often I'm viewed as a pawn in some egocentric wankers master plan for world domination, be it as their employee or their mistress, their ironing lady or their 'friend'.
It's made me scared of people. Of life. Of anything that requires communication with people on anything other than a "Hello" basis. You might imagine this isn't very helpful. You would be right.
What I am wondering, though, is should I force myself into situations that cause me anxiety, or should I pursue a life that's safer for me emotionally?
I ask, because it's affecting my work. It is really hard for me to go to peoples houses, talk about their weddings, accept their money and then turn up on the day. I do it because at the moment, I haven't focused my energy on a different avenue for paid work and paid work is what we are aiming at here in the Bargain-Hen household.
I guess I'm asking if it's OK to chase your dreams if it means that things might have a slower take off than they otherwise would have? I would be the first to advise a friend to chase their dreams if they had the opportunity to do so without starving, but I struggle in giving myself that permission.
Who am I asking?
I don't know, really. The Internet. Life. God. You?
Rest after a strenuous workout
Originally uploaded by turgidson
It’s probably a bit early to be getting all excited but it’s been a month since i started to “see” David. That’s my family’s personal trainer.
Yesterday he made me use the dumbells. He’s training me to be the strongest winch-monkey at Royals.
Yesterday was the second [...]
in drunkness, I can’t see you
Originally uploaded by Abby Latif
I had a very funny ride home on the train tonight, managing to sit with the drunk person.
He was drunk but was also very amusing. I have a lot of time for happy drunk people, having been a drunk person myself quite often.
Anyway we swapped [...]
I was at a service station the other day when I bought myself a copy of Death Proof. It was only #13 and, looking back now, it seems like the perfect place to buy a film like this.
I watched it over two nights and just finished a couple of minutes ago. I liked all the same things as last time - the over the top action, the snappy dialogue, the faux old film and the retro look - and this time I enjoyed it even more.
On a mostly unrelated note I am considering Good Will Hunting for the film text in English next term. I just need to give a watch and see just how much interesting stuff is in there.
Lesson for the day - good films thrive on the re-watch.
We’ve been feeding a group of about 8 Magpies out on the deck every once in a while. This is as close as it comes to pet life in our house and we are constantly warbling at the Magpies while we are out in the garden, watching them and calling them over. I’m sure they’re being fed elsewhere as they are all semi-tame.
This Magpie got way too cheeky this morning. He flew in the open door and set himself up under the kitchen table, picking at remnant rice-bubbles left over from breakfast. I thought if we approached he’d smash himself to smithereens on the windows trying to escape, but he was too cool for school. He flapped up onto the couch, perched there watching us very happily, then did two very calm, low flaps to get back outside the way he came in.
Is it time to finally mop the floor when you have birdlife visiting?
Just checked out the dates - we have some commitments already on Aug 16th (and weeknights get a little tricky given John could be absolutely anywhere… But next time, definitely!
I was all inspired by the Panto that Finn and I saw at Sovereign Hill, it really was good dumb fun. And much as I enjoy the evocative language and outright brutality of Macbeth some students don’t find it fun.
So yesterday we did a little work on writing a panto version of the Scottish Play. I thought we might only get fifteen minutes out of this task but that it was worth a shot. After a slightly slow start we actually worked on it for the whole ninety minutes of a double session. Some of the students were laughing too hard to read out their work at the end. I couldn’t have been more chuffed.
Lesson for the day - give slightly silly a chance.
I don’t have free tickets this time, but I do have a cheapie offer from Ticketmaster for the opera which brings the price down to $68 A Reserve, and about $45 B reserve.
It should be fun, and it has the lovely Antoinette Halloran. Who is highly recommended by my Dastardly Cousin.
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These things come and go I guess. Perhaps it’s the lack of regular structure to the last few weeks, what with my father being away and then us going to Sydney.
I just keep being surprised by my mother not being around. It seems unbelievable. Then it’s just sort of awful again. It might be that [...]
My mobile rang late yesterday afternoon. As luck would have it, I was driving in Melbourne traffic. “This is the Law Institute. We want you to chair a professional development session on Thursday afternoon”. “Which Thursday afternoon ?”, I asked. “This Thursday afternoon”, came the reply. “What’s the subject of the session ?”, I enquired apprehensively. “Understanding legislation”. Somewhat disoriented by this approach emerging from a clear, blue sky, I checked my diary. “I’m available”, I said. “We’ll see you just after five then, shall we ?”
The toe is done on the sock, and all that remains is to graft. Tomorrow I will have a new pair of socks. I reckon I should be able to manage that on the train.
Then I can breach the mental hurdle of pulling out the monkey sock that has the dropped stitch. The idea is [...]