Confessions are very painful.
What seemed to be grave injustice when we are younger and lacking in self-confidence, or feeling insecure seems now in hindsight to be just over-reactions. I have some pet peeves that I have never aired…here goes:
When family members were busy talking to each other and I walked in and they stopped the conversation abruptly, I used to imagine that they were talking about me. Now I think maybe they were talking about some other internal problem that they did not want to confess to me!
I know when I have over-exerted myself and the chances are that I am going to have a sore throat. I don’t ‘talk’ about it as I know that I will get a HUGE shelling from husband and kids (out of concern really). Today even my granddaughter has learned to say, ‘Enough talking’—of course not when I am reading her a book. I quietly sneak in antibiotics hoping to nip the infection in the bud—it rarely happens and does develop into a full blown laryngitis or bronchitis.
When I am reading a book and it is at a crucial climax and I want to read it without interruption I lock myself in the—-toilet. Alas there too the shrieking mobile is brought in by my ‘helpful’ husband.
Very often I wait till the last minute to work on my assignments…I blame it on the Muse that seems to work only at a gun point…sigh!! My husband had a poster in his office presented by his colleagues…“If it weren’t for the last minute, a lot of things wouldn’t get done.”
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