We're never "fine" when we're asked. If I say that I'm fine and I don't instantly start talking about something that went on in my day, then things are not fine. People that know me know that I'm a talkative person so if I'm quiet....dun dun dun.
Throughout my life, I let a lot of things that bother me go. I don't like to harbor bad feelings or emotions because it'll eff up my day for who knows how many days in a row. And yes to be fair, this may be written out of anger but I'm getting over it. This is helping. I think it's safe to say that no one likes to be compared or somehow compete against anyone. I would like to think of myself as slightly different from everybody else but I'm pretty sure there's a million other girls exactly like me, which is fine because I don't know them. Who else loves to eat a tortilla chip topped with mashed potatoes, beans, a slice of pickle with shredded cheddar cheese on top all in one bite? Okay, my sisters do but we all live in different states, so there. I'm pretty sure there is no one else in their respective states that like to eat that.
There's another thing that we have in common...we all like to clean when we are angry. Anger gets the job done...at least in my house it does, maybe that's why cleaning is never a priority. All in all I'm not a very angry woman...I was an angry teen but who wasn't?
So what brought this on? Well, I won't say but I really don't like it when people tell me how to do a job that I've been doing for a while. Let's just leave it at that. It's petty, I know. Again, I was compared to someone who has a trait that I didn't like but was revealed to me that I have that same trait. Is it true that we don't get along with people most like ourselves? I told Mechanic Hubby, "Of course, you are right." Then I took out the garbage, wiped down the counters, the stove, swept the kitchen, cleared the table, threw the towels in the dryer and started writing this. The more I think about it, the more anger I feel towards myself for being angry about it in the first place. I can't do his job (no matter how much I think I can) and he definitely can't do mine.
There's no point in losing sleep over a "silly" comment. Did I ever mention that I'm an insomniac?