Annoyances

Stress. The confusion caused when one's mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living daylights out of someone who really deserves it. That's stress for you.

We all have them. Those little things that tick us off. Drive us insane. Bring us to the brink of ourselves where we have to make a choice.....do we do what is right or do we do what our mind is screaming out for us to do?

Revenge - not always the best method....

It's the people in traffic. Which is more aggravating....? The person on your tail pipe close enough to change your radio station - or the person in front of you going 5 miles under the speed limit when you are on a deadline?

The irritating list of things you have to do that seems only to grow as you finish one measly task.

That one person who seems to have it out for you. They have you in their cross hairs when you previously had no need for knowledge of this person's existence....yet....they have it out for you and will rest at nothing! Nothing! Till they see your demise. THIS has to be the hardest to walk from.

Hmmm.....do I ... mess with their heads? Do I torque them to oblivion? Do I call the white coats for that long sleeved jacket we ALL know they need to be wearing? Slip exlax in their brownies? Innocently spin them into a tirade?

We all know the right, boring, less exciting nor satisfying 'right' thing to do. Why oh whyyyyyyy does God make things so hard on us? Why? Why God? Why can't I play with this small, irritatingly, moronic person's brain till they leave me alone?

Ah...He has a reason. In His infinite, incomprehensible, seemingly senseless Way, He has a reason. He always does. Think about it. Puberty. Growing spurts (both physical and maturity). High School. College lectures. Colicky babies. In laws. Parents. Teens. And that one person on the face of the earth you so desperately wish to squish out of existence.

See, I don't have just one of those, I have two. They take turns as to which one pesters me the most. One can't take a hint and the other can't take a leave. Though I have to say, they volley for which is my 'biggest fan'. I say that to point out that they make sure they know everything about me and what is going on in my life. Funny, I don't find myself that interesting. Maybe I need another view point.

Growth. That's what I'm getting at. Personal growth. Paul had a thorn in his side. Everyone figured it to be his hatred for women. I don't think he hated women parse, I think possibly he saw the folly they presented him.

We are a dastardly bunch, aren't we? Vindictive. Conniving. Witty. Charming. Deceitful. Picky, petty, childish and sometimes just down right rude. We've all done it. We've all known them. We've all loved/hated/despised/envied and strove to be them.

I saw a bumper sticker the other day on the way to the gym. "Quiet women never made history." (Apparently they missed the day on Helen Keller?) It wasn't the mere fact they were loud that got their names in history, it was that they accomplished something great. Read more - shout less....

Should be my bumper sticker...

Rarely have I been accused of being quiet. By the two thorns in my side I have been accused of everything but a white woman (which I are by the way....). Greatness I will achieve - yet not in the manner I previously believed.

Age has a way of changing one's perspective. (I say this realizing I'm not 'old', yet not a wee lass any longer.) Before my value of friends was of little quality. Today, the women I hold dear to my heart are as strong willed, bull headed, brassy, intelligent, spunky, full of pep, shout downers, build upers as I hope I am. They don't give a rats patoot if you like them or not - they like them and truly, that IS all that matters. They know what they want in life and have already started a road towards it. (subject to change at will as with any woman) They won't be stepped on, down-trodden, pushed to the side or belittled. They possess more love than one though imaginable and I'm certain can take this world by hand if needed.


These are the people I lean on. They love me when I need it. Curse me when needed. Cry with me. Laugh with me. Plan some evil person's demise (though we both know we aren't going through with it) They get angry with me. Rejoice in my victories. Dance through life with me. Crawl through hard times with me. These are the women the joke says: "A true friend will be sitting in jail with you saying 'we screwed up'"

These are my friends. And I love them every one.

To the two thorns in my side. It's a pity you don't have friends like mine - or you wouldn't be the miserable wenches you appear to be today. Had you not crossed me - perhaps I could have supplied you with a bit of what you need. Regardless.....God loves you. I have to love you because of it (though no one said I had to like you....) Because of this, I'm not allowed to dismantle you as would be so satisfying at times. (sigh)

May God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom...........

TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!!! (not bury the bodies of those who annoy me!)

Truly, one day I will be 10 feet tall in person, strong in might, and give to others as God has used others to give to me. Till the day I become what He desires (and y'all know THAT'll be a bit down the road....) may I not fight the Teacher who provides the Lessons.