So I completely forgot about Sincerity. And Justice. I think my problem was not having a big word printed somewhere I could see it to make sure I was following the whole thing. That’s about to change! I’m going to post the virtue of the week on our outside door to our suite. Maybe others will join in…?
This week it’s MODERATION: Avoid extreams; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.
I think I’m doing a decent job on that so far. I had a run-in with a friend of mine last Friday that was less than charitable (basically, I have been a hormonal bitch the past couple days). Today, I tried to remedy that, and I think I succeeded in starting the healing process, for myself and for the friend.
Recently, I’ve noticed myself making an almost unconscious effort to be nicer to people. I’m asking about others’ days, asking follow-up questions, and avoiding talking about myself. I’m still trying to act on catching myself complaining (I recognize it, but I’m not doing very much about it), and working on improving relations with my suitemates, which deteriorated last semester.
I think I’m making progress on my resent and bitterness in positive ways, but also measuring out just the right amount of withdrawn caution when dealing with those who have injured me in the past. I’m trying not to blow things out of proportion, but it’s important to protect myself from perceivably dangerous people, you know? After all, people who would do those things aren’t worth my time. Equally, if I do those things, I’m not worth anyone else’s time.
I tend to overreact, so I’m waiting to say things. I bite my tongue more than I ever have before. As a result, I have less to say, but I think it’s a good thing. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone by always sharing my opinion, especially when it’s negative. There’s nothing to be gained from negativity. I guess that’s incorporating silence, huh?
My roommate was recently trying to share some gossip with me, and I declined. She’s a suspicious person who snoops through my things and we’ve bashed heads about it in the past, so I’ve taken a passive approach to it, letting the previous conflicts and her stressed moods wash away. I don’t want to re-hash arguments, exasperate relations or anything. She’s angry with the world for having lost someone precious to her. I’ve been angry before; I know what it’s like to need someone at whom to direct said anger. If it’s me, that’s fine, because it’s not really affecting me anymore. It’s unfortunate that I’m her person, but at the same time I don’t consider it a heavy blow. She’s stressed and wants to control things. The easiest way to deal with that is to take away the satisfaction of a reaction, you know? Lock up sensitive items, acquiesce to the reasonable requests and clamly refuse the unreasonable. Keep organized and on top of activities. Pie.
Anyway, this is getting long, so I’ll cut to the grand ending: Yay for pattern recognition! And, ultimately, /breaking the habit./
