Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Just rambling...

Far too many times I am George Costanza. Plotting revenge. Living inside my head, on a quest to find the best combination of words to hurt people who I feel are deserving of a little emotional distress, because of how they have dished it out, intentionally or not. I don't want to be like this, but I am.

And then there are people who just chap my hide because of their apparent inability to say anything bad about ANYONE. Entice, tempt, lure, or just lovingly suggest their lives would be better if they expressed some anger or disdain for a certain person, and they make you feel guilty by their innocence. I am, of course, talking about the very few who are this way and really mean it. These are the rare jewels strewn randomly in obscure places. When you find these people, there is a strange interplay of attraction and revulsion. You most want to be around these people, mostly because of the way they find such good things to say about you, but you most want to stay away from them, for their love for everyone shines a light on all of us George Costanzas.

It is for things such as this that I most often find the need to pray, "I am helpless. Help."

1 comment:

Katy said...

Man, it's so true.

(Thanks for updating, by the way. I check your site daily and need to read your posts!)

My best friend is the exact sort of person you mentioned. She sees good in everyone, and everyone loves her. Especially little children (who, as it happens, are afraid of me). My other best friend, JenA, is available for snarky moments when I need them. You know. It's important to keep a balance! =) harhar.