Allow people to have whatever rocks they may have in their own head

no one bothered me today! hooray!

My parallel parking friend called to lament about her treatment at the hands of her manipulative dau-in-law. We had a really lengthy conversation..all about Buddhism, being in the NOW..living and let living..etc etc! But in the end my friend is still wound up about the dau-in-law. OH WELL.

I am getting this 2nd hand, but apparently she implied that my getting two cats is somehow wrong or narcissistic or something. hmmmm. I have never been on the same wave length with this person but I confess to being quite irked by her “opinion”.
All my life I have put way too much stock into what people think of me, it has been a problem for me! Of course, there is no way that I would change my mind about my decision to own two cats—but still her words somehow sting me. I must be one of those people who want everyone to “like them”. Yes, I guess. You’d think by my age I wouldn’t have to grapple with this.
Well, by having this goal I can ALLOW as how we are all different from one another and I can just let these annoyances “GO”—(at least, that’s the PLAN).

I am re-telling the whole parallel parking thing to a different friend today and I say “do you have a friend who you like alot, but bugs the hell out of you?” and without any hesitation she says “YEAH, YOU” (and she meant it!)

jerk! oh, that’s right, I am working on not letting rocky headed people get to me!

I can indeed allow people to have their own rocks in their own heads, I just can’t allow any maltreatment of me (any longer) ..so in the words of Chief Joseph, “Be a friend to all but allow no one to abuse you”.

with my very good friend. She interrupts me alot. She wants me to help her parallel park (how does she manage to park if I am not around?) She claims her son is going to build a straw bale house someday (yarite, I know the guy—it is VERY doubtful). My friend is in a constant dream state where she thinks about utopia..(I have noticed she never arrives at her utopia and have been tempted to advise her accordingly)

But I just love this friend. She’s goofier as can be. But who am I to say the son won’t build the straw bale house?? Who am I to say she won’t find her shangrila? ...

stop “shoulding” and deciding how other people “ought” to be.