Funny that I react so oddly…

Too many things make me react contrary to what I say. You know how you love some people no matter whether or not you agree with them? But sometimes they just throw a wrench into things and annoy you and you feel it's your responsibility to let them know? As we all know, it never is your responsibility to let someone know they annoy you! That's the good thing about having a Facebook page you can ignore what they say, X it out, or delete it, or send them a timely message secretively on their message page away from peering eyes of the public. Most times I try to ignore whatever irks me at the moment; that is depending on the rapport that I have with them. If it is a long-time relationship and you really know the person there is no harm in speaking privately to them in that message section. If it is someone, that you don't know that well or just for short time unless it is so outrageous and beyond your personal tolerance than I say ignore it if it is something you know that person strongly believes in and you respect although don't agree with their perspective I say leave it alone. No harm no foul. Tolerance is something I profess to have, but at times find myself arguing with myself when I see postings of certain leanings of too many religious connotation postings that depict only one faiths beliefs over the many that my Facebook friends share but not always, but mostly on holidays of their faith; which to me appears to be the appropriate time to do that. But that's just my opinion; as usual unrequested. Restraint another one of my issues that I am trying hard to control, since as opinionated as I am I fear hypocrisy as my personal enemy that I cannot allow in my personality. And that is why although I have found myself not agreeing with many people I have either found within myself the ability to say nothing or something that might make that person understand it wasn't in keeping with what I was trying to express. The next example I was going to write is from a wonderful brilliant woman who I love dearly who is very, very ill so much she is nearly knocking at deaths door that wrote a comment after reading my title for Rosh Hashanah with me entitling it: “This is the year of 5773”, I don’t know what she thought but she wrote, “what about, December 21, 2012”, which for me to figure out the significance I had to Google the date and this is what it said: that once again this is the pronouncement of judgment day! Deje vu, again, again, and again; thankfully none of these prophecies have come true. Sadly, I think many people read my titles of my blogs and don't read the blogs themselves. It is my feeling that if she had I don't believe she would've written what she wrote; since when she was well she had been an English professor at a major university. Illness has a horrendous way of screwing with our minds and on occasion we can blame it on our medications or the illness itself. I felt so bad because I did write back to her mentioning that it referred to Rosh Hashanah which is the Jewish New Year and one of my holidays. My feelings were that perhaps she misunderstood why I entitled my blog that and so I suppose I rushed to judgment as I do unfortunately way too often or I could have been wrong... and hurt someone I care about, sure hope not! And as we all know there is no taking backsies when we write on these techno marvels that retain what we etch into them in perpetuity, whether we want them to or not. That'll teach me again… I really should count to 10. Or at least go do something else until the urge passes. Being sorry for things you do is not what it's cracked up to be… And I am the perfect example of that. Thinking before you speak or write is something many of us, actually myself, has to work on diligently and robustly to make others and my own life not so darn hard! Scolding, if it's something someone can do to one's self? Of course it is; I do it here nightly. As you can all see it still isn't working… But as with any old dog repetition is the best way to learn. And so I feel with consistency there is hope for me to change my wicked ways… And become the ‘mensch’, a person of integrity and honor, in Yiddish or in German, a human being that my parents could be proud of. I've recently found out or clarified l’ shana Tova and Tova actually translates to, ‘good girl’; no wonder I had trouble using my Hebrew name, since anyone who’s known me from childhood will tell you they would be hard-pressed to describe me as a good girl. Now in the respect of being an honorable woman as far as not being a loose woman yes I was a good girl. But being fresh with my mouth, talking back or even as a young child biting other children I was a very bad girl. Thankfully, I outgrew the biting, but the fresh mouth, not cursing mouth, but opinionated mouth/brain has gone on and on... I will leave you with that thought… Allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and to share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!