Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Foibles


It is a personal failing. Perhaps an aspect of perfectionism. When things go wrong, I obsess about putting them right while other 'actors' in the matter have a different perspective and no interest in doing so. Usually happens when I lose self-control and behave in a manner that alienates others. Then I disregard them insofar as they won't see things as I did - they've taken sides against me prompted by disrespect. It takes its toll, but farbeit from them to have a care. Principle of the thing. 

Classic case. Go to sister's Thanksgiving dinner. Well under the influence of tryptophan, I settle into an easy chair to watch the football game amidst the chatter I've no inclination to participate in. Aloof. But composed, fly on the wall; minding mine own business. 

Time for a cigarette, I compliently go to the patio. When I return, a teenaged son of one of her friends who'd already displayed some hostility for unknown reasons (Can only speculate said sister had disrespectfully bad-mouthed me.) and seemed awfully condescending, is sitting in the chair. Hey... get the picture? I told him to remove himself. Yes, told him, the punk. (Some of these kids love to create havoc.) Was I going to plead with him? Isn't the rationale obvious? He refused to move. Be nice? Well, didn't smack him.

Naturally, I was livid. Utter disrespect. No back-up. I walked and have never gone back. This is my fault? Ha... expect them to say, "He's a highly principled individual?"

Hence, having experienced this hatred from my family, such indifference from strangers is nothing unless I make more of them than what they are. This isn't troubling. What is is compromising one's principles. 

They're not Christians. I'm saved. Case closed.
Would that they were. But they must choose.
It's troubling but I've assurance and resolve.
(Really trivial compared to turmoil I've seen.)
Those foibles prevent friendly persuasion;
their inhibitions and fears beside the point.

On the upbeat, Pops and I were practically neighbors. He lived in Corona nearby. Never had the pleasure. Heard he had gold plumbing fixtures. LOL I say, take a request?



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