I'm standing on the sidewalk, barefoot. The pavement is hot. I've just been walking along the beach, the sand warm and soft under my feet, trying to practice "grounding", which is some sort of new age spiritual thing about "reconnecting with the Earth" or whatever.
Wow. I completely understand this. So many times people have made fun of me, thrown a bottle at me just because they think I am ugly, comment as they ride by about my weight, etc., etc. and it totally would ruin my day. I would wonder what it is about me that they picked me out. Wonder if I am that ugly, fat, unworthy of acceptance, etc., that it takes so much out of me. Thank you for sharing!
And what's sad and simultaneously funny about this is that the older you get, the more random fingers life brings your way. And you lose the desire to make any sense of it cuz the next inexplicable finger is just around the corner. So, the only thing I have found that calms some of the inner rage is to spend two minutes writing a list of cool things that have happened, on the same day as the finger. Even just the tiniest things like "three people on the bus called out thank you to the driver" or "my cat woke me up a bit early so that I could give him a tummy rub" take the sting of the finger away and I can continue on my way with a smile.
Wow. I completely understand this. So many times people have made fun of me, thrown a bottle at me just because they think I am ugly, comment as they ride by about my weight, etc., etc. and it totally would ruin my day. I would wonder what it is about me that they picked me out. Wonder if I am that ugly, fat, unworthy of acceptance, etc., that it takes so much out of me. Thank you for sharing!
And what's sad and simultaneously funny about this is that the older you get, the more random fingers life brings your way. And you lose the desire to make any sense of it cuz the next inexplicable finger is just around the corner. So, the only thing I have found that calms some of the inner rage is to spend two minutes writing a list of cool things that have happened, on the same day as the finger. Even just the tiniest things like "three people on the bus called out thank you to the driver" or "my cat woke me up a bit early so that I could give him a tummy rub" take the sting of the finger away and I can continue on my way with a smile.