Yesterday, at work, I ask “Has anyone read anything good lately? I need a new book.”
The first response I get is “When do I ever have time to read?” Shouted over the cubes by OMG girl.
This was not the question that I was asking. I simply wanted a suggestion for a good book.
Why do some people take any opportunity to regale us with the misery that is their lives?
Am I annoyed because I simply do not give a fuck?
That’s not entirely true. I do not take pleasure in seeing people in misery. Well, there are a few people that I would like to see with burning assholes for the rest of eternity, but for the most part I’m pretty peace-loving.
I actually try to down play any misery that I might be suffering from to the general public. I’m beginning to believe that I am the minority here. From work to Facebook, everywhere I look or listen, someone is COMPLAINING and usually quite loudly.
Now, if you’ve read here for any length of time, I’m sure that you’re thinking “TrippyBeth complains a lot herself.” And you wouldn’t be wrong.
However, I’m really trying to change my life. Negativity breeds more negativity, it’s a vicious circle that I’m trying to stop.
I want to be happy. So I ‘m thinking happy thoughts, being grateful, visualizing the things that I want and I’m open to receiving them.
This was a little difficult yesterday after locking myself out of my apartment. But, I had a cell phone to call for help, I had a friend to come pick me up, I had another friend take me home and lots of good-natured teasing… it most definitely could have been worse! And it was something to laugh about all day.
Who doesn’t need more laughs?
I was able to get back in my apartment last night and in three hours the weekend begins… what’s not to like about that?