It’s Not You, It’s Me
I shouldn’t be writing this now because there are a bunch of other things I should be doing but not because I want to be doing them but because when you are dealing with stupid people sometimes you have to adjust your schedule.
The thing is, I have spent countless hours this week adjusting my schedule to compensate for their stupidity. Wasted time and tried not to scream in frustration because it is a limited resource, time that is.
Spent a chunk of time telling people, “It is not you, it is me” which is my way of politely saying “Fuck you” to those I can’t say it to because I am not willing to deal with the consequences of what might come after that.
That is problematic for me, I like being unfiltered and saying what I really think but as I teach my children there are moments where you have to act differently than you want to because it is the smart thing to do.
Smart and enjoyable are not always companions, are they.
It’s Not You, It’s Me
I’d like to say I never think twice about some things but it would be a giant lie and I don’t lie to myself.
That sounds bad doesn’t it, saying “I don’t lie to myself” suggests that I might lie to others. Well hell, I suppose I do but I am not going to spend time now discussing, debating or dissecting what kind of lies those may or may not be.
All I will say is that I work hard to be precise in my speech and to be straight with others in the hope that they will be straight with me too.
Maybe this is tied into why I still find myself wondering if maybe I am the crazy oneÂ if maybe I am the one on the outside looking in.
Maybe the person who lacks social awareness is me and not you.
Maybe I should say “It is not you, it is me” because that is what is really going on. It would be shortsighted of me to suggest or think that I am not part of the equation.
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Home Offices Are Challenging Too
One of the great challenges of dealing with stupid people is dealing with them from the confines of a home office.
It can be challenging to make one work with the sort of efficiency you want without the joy of engaging with people who make rocks look like members of Mensa but add kids and animals to the mix and it gets really interesting.
Part of the challenge of the week is negotiating with both family and the folks who help ensure that I earn a buck to work with me.
And if ever there was a week where the world should be glad laser beams don’t shoot from my eyes this would be it.
What patience I have has been worn down past the nub and destroyed so now it feels like all I hear is nails on a chalkboard.
I do my best to follow the advice I give my children but there is a piece of me that says the old “this shall pass” line is grade A bullshit that anyone with intelligence will see through.
Part of the problem is I haven’t had a real vacation since I can’t remember when and I can’t rely upon anyone else to cover my butt.
It is me or no one and while I am a firm believer of being the hero in your own story even the hero can use a trusted sidekick.
But there is no one playing that role and there may never be again so all I can do is keep moving.
The Write Stuff
So I sit here at the computer searching for the write stuff knowing if I push hard enough and dig deep enough I’ll find the solution I am searching for.
And then I ask myself if I am being honest or if my ego is fooling me. It could be, it could happen.
But then I think again about the things I tell my children about dealing with frustration and I see a series of victories large and small roll past the mental movie screen and I think, “yeah, I got this. Just need to keep twisting this Rubik’s cube a bit more and all the sides will match.”
And with that it is time for me to head out, smile and tell some more people that Â “it is not you, it is me” because this time the wisdom of stirring the pot really doesn’t seem to be in speaking my mind.