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05/22/2006: "Don't want no short people round here!"
Today my friend Ann wrote her rules about what she will or won't write about (to protect the innocent) on her blog, which is already anonymous...but me, I use my real name so theoretically I should be even more careful about what I say. For example, I was just watching a news stories about a large number of employers who have decided not to hire people because of what they found out about them on their blogs! but mostly I don't really care about protecting the innocent (or my future employment prospects) plus I know this person doesn't read my blog anyway so...screw it.
I *have* to see someone on a regular basis who makes me crazy. Half the time this person makes me feel horrible (and on a few occasions to the point of tears) then they'll turn around the next day without blinking an eye, and act sincerely friendly and joke around with me as though we are dear old friends. It is very confusing as I feel that I'm the one who has to constantly adjust my attitude according to said person's mercurial moods.
I think what I find the most frustrating is that I even care at all, but I do like this person when they are friendly towards me (who wouldn't?)...anyway, I know it's just insecurity but it really bothers me when someone actively dislikes me. I know we can't make everyone like us, but in this case I don't even know what I'm doing wrong or how I could change to make the situation better as it seems completely random. My new strategy is to just avoid/limit contact whenever possible; I have enough reasons to feel badly about myself already without having to second guess everything I say or do. Life's too short (for that matter I'm too short)...hey, maybe that's it! Remember this song?
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Round here