Wednesday
I was having a yellow kind of day. Positive outlook, cheery disposition, and a skip in my step. It was so nice - and refreshing to feel so good. No debbie downer attitude. All smiles for me.
One phone call changed my day. I was reminded that there are stupid people. The people that you cannot explain. That I ran out of excuses for years ago. The one that no matter how hard I've tried to get along with, this person just doesn't give a shit.
It got me down. I bitched. I yelled. I cried. I hate crying. It seems pointless to me, and yet I cried for so long.
This reminded of a dream I had a couple nights ago: I woke-up angry because I dreamt my Dad was mad at me for my behavior/attitude towards someone. In my dream he didn't see both sides and avoided me because he didn't want to deal with it again. He was disappointed.
I was angry with him when I woke-up because I thought by now he'd get it - why I've been the way I've been for so long. Why I distanced myself at times. And I thought by now, in Heaven, he'd know both sides of the stories and maybe realize that I wasn't always wrong. That maybe he'd see that more often than not, I was the bigger person - not for myself, and sure as heck not for the other person, but rather for my Dad because I loved him and hated to see him upset.
If you've followed my blog for long and have read some of my posts about my Dad, you know that I carry a lot of guilt. Some of it I'm not sure I could have changed or even that it was my fault. But, I wasn't perfect. I disappointed him too often. Not sure when or if I'll ever let it go.
My yellow-kind of day turned gray and foggy after I was reminded of the stupidness in the world. The non-sense kind of drama. And the hurt some inflict on others. I was reminded that some people truly don't give a shit, they are selfish, and that at the end of the day I'll never see eye to eye with them.
I'm hoping for better dreams tonight.