Peevy Weekend! :)

Posted on July 25, 2010. Filed under: Culture, Health, Musings, Philosophy |

I’ve been grouchy for a couple of days. Usually, I like to stay upbeat and optimistic on the blog, but occasionally I give it a little rant time, just for balance. I’m going through a phase, it seems. I don’t see these as negative (still trying to put a positive spin on it)πŸ™‚ but as springboards. I’ve noticed in the past, that when I become extremely disgruntled, it signals impending change in my life. It’s like those last little bits of complacency are still trying to hold on.

So in the interest of acknowledging the change, and because I tend to process my life on this blogπŸ˜‰ here are my current grumblies—not in order of importance:

Missing socks: I was doing laundry today; which I tend to do while also doing a multitude of other things, and a sock was just gone! I’m sure we’ve all experienced this; for me, it’s simply not possible to get on with my life until the sock is found. Finally, it turned up in the corner of a fitted bedsheet. Personal Quirk regarding socks: I have a color-coordinated sock drawer. I like it best when all the black socks are together; then the blue ones, then the brown ones, etc. Unlike many of my fellow desert dwellers, I wear socks all summer, so I have a lot of them.

Technology in general: The thought of not having access to my computer 24/7 is frightening for a few reasons. A lot of my life is lived through the machine at the moment, and not having a computer would make me feel cut off. The obvious example: I’m using it right now to talk to you!πŸ˜‰ My computer is sort of limping along these days having quirks and grouchiness of its own. I may have to get a new one.😦 I think I messed up my sound card recently…music plays fine, but I’m not able to use voice/microphone without grave distortions…not that I want to much, which brings me to:

Telephones in particular: I admit this is a personality quirk. I must have been traumatized by a telephone at an early age, because I really, really do not like talking on them. I can do the professional thing for work-related calls (although I prefer email if at all possible) but I don’t like having personal conversations on the phone. I generally just use my phone for emergencies, and quick business calls—I don’t even have it turned on most of the time. I don’t know why email, and more recently instant messaging is OK, but phone/voice…not as much. I’ve even lost friendships over this. I have a friend who hates email, so would call to arrange a lunch or whatever. If I didn’t answer the phone or wasn’t available when she called, I’d answer in email…which she wouldn’t read for three days, and by then, the moment had passed!πŸ™‚ We eventually realized we were not technologically compatible, and don’t see each other much now.😦 I also don’t like being interrupted by the phone. It startles me when it rings. I will most often let it go to voice mail, and respond when/if I feel like it. (stubborn streak!) If I know you very well in person and you live at some distance from me, I will chat on the phone, but if you live in my area, I would much rather arrange a meeting by email, and then show up and look you in the eye! The aforementioned former friend would also do something that bugs me: she’d be calling to arrange a meeting, and then start chatting; asking about my life; telling me about hers. That’s what we’re planning to have lunch for, right?—to catch up with each others’ lives. I find this sort of conversation irritating (never said I was a fun friend).πŸ˜‰ By the time I get off the phone after one of these kinds of conversations, I wonder why we’re bothering to meet for lunch!

At this point, the only people I chat with (at any length) by phone are my sister, occasionally my niece, and an old friend. My cousins even email me. Recently, though, I realize my phone-hermit tendencies have been hampering my social life in unexpected ways, Hmmm.πŸ™‚

My Interaction with Medical Personnel: While I can’t imagine any of you saying “Oh, boy! I get to visit the doctor today”, I disliked my medical appointment this week more than I usually do. A lot of fussing, I thought, and recommendations for blood tests (just to check—for what?) and a stern lecture about diet (want my pasta!) because of blood sugar issues. I tend to get rebellious (more of the stubborn streak), but I realize this isn’t helpful; it’s better to concentrate on what feels right to acquire optimum health. So, I allowed myself to growl at the doctor (once I was safely home)πŸ˜‰ and then make the d#*% shopping list he wants me to.

Other Drivers: I am, of course, a perfect driver, driving at the perfect speed for the occasion.πŸ˜› YOU, on the other hand…πŸ˜‰ are driving 25 mph in a 45 zone. Or, you are riding my bumper. Or, you have suddenly decided to make a left turn right in front of me. I do use these opportunities to breathe deeply and embrace the quality of patience…sometimes.πŸ™‚

These are all, relatively minor; in the scheme of things. There’s a lot I could get upset about in the world, if I really wanted to. Which I don’t. I think change comes from within, and the best thing to do is recognize these grouchy moments as foment for change. If I contemplate society, or my life situation, or anything else that doesn’t seem quite right, I can do one of three things: either continue whining and complaining, take some inspired action, or stop thinking about the things I’m not going to do anything about. I allow the first action for a little bit of time, but I don’t like to indulge or nurture it too much because, ultimately, it’s doesn’t help anyone/anything. Still, without the occasional glass (or blog) of whine; sometimes the peeves get stuck. None of us want that!πŸ˜€

Finally, a friend sent this to me a couple of days ago (in email, not by phone)πŸ™‚ and while I don’t have kids (or anyone else) who would do this, I, um, can relate:

MY LIVING WILL
Last night, my kids and I were sitting in the living room and I said to them, ‘I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.’

They got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my wine.

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i used to be a phone hound when i was a teenager. (gosh, the last part of the sentence makes me feel old!) nowadays i prefer email and text messages. i don’t have an aversion to the phone but sometimes i have a hard time hearing people on the phone. not because i’m hard of hearing (yet!) but because i’m not used to hearing the person speak on the phone so i would find it hard to catch the speaker’s words, especially if the person has a non-malaysian accent. and since i am more expressive via the written word, it’s easier for me to relate to this form of communication.

i’m waiting for my computer to ‘die’ before i get a swanky laptop. not that i have the funds to do so right now so it better not die on me just yet.πŸ˜• i don’t want to be cut off from my ‘world’!

driving… all i can say is that i am glad my working hours are not the usual 9 to 5 because i don’t have to go through the rush hour traffic. i get to work in 30 minutes and home in 20. and that is with my old junk that is about to die too. if i had a brand new car imagine how many minutes i could shave off…

Hate to tell you…you ARE old. (Nah, just kidding…what would that make ME?)πŸ™‚ I imagine you have all sorts of accents where you are, sulz; that’s a good point. We have a few here too. Yes, technology! Swanky laptops sound good to me! I need a desktop too for some of my projects. Hope this holds out. Good to know I wouldn’t get peeved at you on the road.πŸ˜›


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