This morning I was woken up at 6:30 AM by verizon sending me a text message telling me I should sign up for one of their services. While I know there are plenty of people who have to get up at that time for work, I am not one of them. I called and told them never to call me again. I was polite though.
The other day a guy called me (asked for me by last name) and asked me to write a note and put it on a neighbor's door asking him to call that guy. Because I was in the middle of doing budget work and very very frustrated, I just asked the guy questions and asked why he wanted it, was he a creditor, etc. Very personal business he said. He gave me no information so I didn't do it. [I feel bad now, but still think there was something weird.] He got my name and number off the internet.
Late last week I heard a piece on the radio about a woman who has lived to 109. They said and I think I've heard it before that the ability to bounce back from life's issues seems to be a key factor. And a positive attitude. I wrote on FB yesterday, kinda as a joke, that I wish you could buy a positive attitude from a vending machine, but that I probably wouldn't have enough quarters.
I doubt I will live to 109. In the early part of my life I didn't acknowledge the feelings I had. Then I started acknowledging them and getting stuck in them. Now I'm still learning to get over them, but there's still a part of me that wants to wallow, how sad is that. I don't think I care about myself enough to decide to be happy. It shouldn't be for anyone else. It should be for me. Yeah yeah...
There's a part of me that kinda regrets giving close friends information about this blog. Especially when I get uninvited comments like 'you think too much'. I can't control the output of information for some people. And that's why I periodically go through FB and delete people that don't post anything/much and still have the ability to know what I'm doing. I regret it sometimes and if I really regret it I go back and ask the person to take me back, usually saying it was a mistake. Which, I guess it was.
BTW, I'm PMS-ing.