Some random thoughts about life.
Yesterday I felt as though I’d been hit by an emotional sledgehammer. Within the space of half an hour, during a working session I was told 2 pieces of bad news. A colleague who has had malaria experienced very serious side effects of the treatment and had to have her legs amputated; and then came the message that a friend had died from the cancer she had been fighting for at least a decade.
I had to stay and finish the workshop, finalise the minutes from a meeting, then I could leave and go home. I felt numb. How is it that many pieces of bad news can leave one so stricken that it is as though you can’t feel anything? Does everyone have a different limit beyond which you simply switch off? Is that what happens to survivors of major disasters, too much to handle so they just stop feeling?
Later I went for dinner. It all started cheerfully enough, but then I realised I shouldn’t be there. One person became drunk rather swiftly. And from a cheerful discussion proceeded to take over, ranting and raving with no coherent train of discussion. I have to confess I eventually became bored with the drunken tirade and called them out for making no sense. The reaction was as could have been predicted, attack! I escaped as soon as I could. Why do people seem to think that they become eloquent and intelligent when drunk? And then why do they take umbrage at someone who doesn’t believe that as well?
Today I received a description that made me laugh. I am apparently delightfully difficult – hehehe! That’s me! What sort of difficult are you?