I Get To Be Me

I woke up at 3:30a.m.. I have said before that this happens because the universe wants to have a discussion with me.

My late father used to tell me to quietly question Why a person offers negative information to you, about you. "So-n-so said this or that..." He believed that the person sharing had their own agenda.

Yesterday, I had three interactions that were unnecessarily negative/ugly. I won't take up more space in my brain by recounting and dissecting them here. I woke up with those situations on my mind. I hate that because it means they "got me." Anyway, my thoughts quickly led to an incident from a couple months ago... An acquaintance offered that "People don't like [me]." He added that I "appear too happy, and try to project too damn positive in my dress, speech, mannerisms." The person further added that people have their own lives and troubles, and get sick of seeing a guy "whistling along without a care in the world." For the record: I do not know how to whistle.

I smiled as I was told this in a tone that might have been confused with caring (Presently, I ignore this person, and he looks genuinely perplexed. He doesn't get it, which I won't make my responsibility). "I'm just letting you know what's up," he added as if I would give this matter my immediate attention and correction. I continued to smile as I am oft when caught in a situation so bizarre that I don't know what else to do.

No, I will not defend not giving up or trying to be positive. He and others like him get to be them, and I get to be me.

BTW, like everyone I have a full plate, and a lot of it is poop, I'm just still searching for condiments. 😂