Oy Vey: the bitching from
{offended people} never ends.
The morning started out with
a hope and a promise, despite the dreary weather. I dressed, prepared a coffee
before walking out the door, and slipped the CD with Bob’s voice on it into the
player (always puts a positive spin on the unfolding day); and set out
for an enjoyable day with friends …
Arriving at my destination,
it quickly became apparent that once again, complaining trouble-makers were not
going to let the day be enjoyable.
So, after listening to a
good half-hour of nonsensical bellyaching about projected {wrongs} – while
actual wrongs were totally being ignored/and-or excused, I couldn’t take
anymore. And said as much. I stressed firmly that if it was being “demanded
that we accepted bully tactics from specifically chosen people”, and we had to “understand”
certain personality tics … then that had to be a two-way understanding:
the same rules needed to apply to the trouble-maker’s, too.
I also stated that I refused
to knuckle under to the bullies, and I refused to be broken by the queen bee
who has set herself up as a demi-god, self-styled-judge, and pious jury causing
trouble just because she can – and everyone has allowed it.
I said I am
willing to consider joint changes from everyone (including mz queen bee), and I am
willing to seek a peaceful solution. BUT I adamantly refuse to be browbeat
into accepting unacceptable behavior – and I will not be broken: better
people have tried. Only Elohim can bring me to a breaking point, and when
He does that, there’s always a healing process that takes the sting out
of the situation.
Mz queen bee is not God …
and I do not have to submit to her toxic sting.
If mz queen bee is feeling
{hurt}, then she only has to look to the image in the mirror to rectify the
situation.
I
refuse to be broken to make someone else feel good about themselves.
I am a Rebel WITH a Cause; and people are learning that about me.
I
can be a Friend, or an opponent: the choice is theirs. Either way, I intend
to win the scuffle provoked to break me, and continue enjoying MY LIFE. With
... or without them in it.
C.h.o.i.c.e.s.
A happy Life is always about choices.
If I didn’t truly believe things
will eventually even out and start getting better, I’d avoid getting together
with people, altogether. Praise the Lord, someone spoke up and said they
would be happy to mediate, and be a peacemaker between the trouble-makers and
the rest of us that are standing strong; and refusing to be broken by the weekly
trauma dramas.
Lately, it seems
I am reminded every day of why I have avoided people for as long as I have. I didn’t start a full-on mingling socially
until the Fall of 2021.
And I am also
reminded every day that mingling with people is a necessary thing to moving
forward. Even when trouble-makers start
their bullying shit.
Thank the Lord,
I am not easily manipulated – I can
hear what people are saying to me … and still know I am exactly where I
am supposed to be in this time of My Life, {without anyone’s permission to
enjoy the freedom} of that knowing, being, and doing 😉
After
the dustup had settled, and the enjoyable part kicked in, laughter echoed among
us and hearts were lightened. We are, by majority – friends, after all.
On
my way home, I passed a little roadside waterfall. It soothed me. It reminded
me that things fall into place all by themselves if allowed to.
