work on minimizing my actions/habits/traits that annoy me when other people do/have them

Today I was asked an impossible question. A woman I talk to only occasionally at work learned that her son had gotten his second underage drinking charge, and she asked me how she had failed as a mother. I did my best to comfort her, but I don’t think I did a very good job. I’m not a mom and I don’t know her very well, so I didn’t know what to say.

Now I know why the Egman just gives me a dumbfounded look and holds me not saying anything when I ask him impossible questions. I didn’t know how fast it shares the hurt.

I suppose it’s healthy to share it though, that way it’s easier to flush it out and find your strength.

The Egman rented a car so he could drive to an interview, so he drove us aroud this weekend to get used to it.

Silly me kept leaning forward at intersections to look for cars. Too used to driving. It makes it almost impossible for the driver to see. I’ll have to remember to keep my head back next time I don’t drive.

I am a worrywart; I think way too much about everything, and I know it.

But oh am I mad at my mother. She was mad at me because I walk home by myself late at night after doing homework. Her being mad at me is okay, but then she called the Egman and told him he was not only a terrible boyfriend, but a terrible brother, too. Out. Of. Line.

And before everyone starts telling me it’s stupid to walk home alone…I have never seen anyone out walking that late EXCEPT other girls. I’ve walked with them and chatted a few times. Plus…there were more drunk, stupid guys in the girls’ bathrooms at the dorms and on the “safe” bus than on my walk home.

Ok, I’m going to go assuage the Egman’s bruised ego. And make hot cocoa.

I value my personal space, especially now with the flu going around, and ESPECIALLY in tiny little lecture halls.

Guess who had her feet propped up on the back of someone’s chair? Oops.

I was on the bus, and some random person was wearing a sweatshirt that had the pockets hanging on by the most pitiful threads. Me being me, I thought this was rather silly…either sew them back on, tear them off, or get a new sweatshirt!

Then I realized that I still haven’t sewn the clip that keeps the shell and liner together back into my coat sleeve yet, and the hook on my brown skirt has gone missing. Neither of which anyone would be able to see…but I know. Time for me to take a mending lesson from the Egman and put this on the todo list.

this quote on the right hand side of 43T:
“When we see men of worth, we should equal them; when we see men of contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves.”
- Confucius

I thought a bit about it when I was falling asleep last night, and I realized that I do a lot of the things that get on my nerves when others do them.

Then when I saw the quote again this evening I figured that maybe these things annoy me so much because I’m disappointed in myself for doing them. Not only that, but I figure I’m driving everyone else nuts doing them, but more so by complaining about them all of the time. THEN, I saw this quote in one of my feeds:

“Those who complain attract more situations to complain about.” – Bud Hennekes

Reality check, payable to Bee.

Time for me to take action. My planner is already a log for my behavior (food eaten, exercise done, hours worked, to do lists, goal reminders, etc, etc, etc). This can easily be added in the margins.

Ok, introspection over, homework time.