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.
Really?
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?
