This one is filed under men and relationships. If I am way too hard on myself, then you know I'm really hard on other people. Lets just say I'm judgmental. I mean, honestly, I've made young men cry over not using their knives and forks. Therapy has given me the insight that those people cried not because they were ashamed, but because I'm harsh. I should be more accepting. I am not more accepting because I'm even harsher with myself.
The prescription: Lighten up!
This week and last week has been spent mostly with a new friend. He used to live in my apartment building and he is from the South. In fact, I am storing some of his (no adjective here) possessions while he finds a new place. I'm so nice huh?
Not really; because I notice I want to snap his head off in our discussions. And it really is the tiniest things that set me off. I made him dinner. (no comment) And I said to him "Dinner. Dinner is ready." He didn't acknowledge me. Of course, I lost it. I then took a step back made eye contact and said "I said dinner is ready. This food ain't gonna dish up itself and bring itself to you."
Yeah. Can you say flashback. I loved cooking for my family but I was a kid; and sometimes didn't want to cook. What would make me furious is if I cooked; called my family to dinner; and they did not come. A tiny bit like I have described above.
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