This is the first time I've seen this thread, and have found it an interesting read. My inner voice is now fairly consistent with my outer voice, I believe. The majority of the negative inner stuff is directed at myself: why'd you do that; why are you in this class full of twenty somethings; why'd you eat that; why aren't you working, cleaning, etc, etc. I'd love to be able to deal with that voice a litte better.
I use to hold a lot of anger within, but by making a key and difficult change I've been able to live a more peaceful life. That's not to say I don't occasionally get ticked at others, but I am hardest on myself.( I also recognize that my life situation is fairly tranquil at the moment, and I am very lucky).
However, my face is often misread by others who don't know me and who perceive me as judging them, when I might just be trying to understand. I first realized this perception while in college. I was in a small class, and often the other students thought I was having all different kinds of deep thoughts about them, when I'm just an introvert whose mind was miles away at the moment.
I think I am most often angry when I perceive someone being mistreated........someone who is already defenseless and down on their luck. I detest bullying of any sort. That, and when some jerk driver cuts me off. Then I cuss a lot.
Very interesting, Htmb, as I particularly identify with the part about directing the nasty voice at oneself. I consciously work on not auto-judging others -- not always successfully -- but am consistently unsuccessful in squelching self-directed criticism.
I also have problems with people saying, "What's the matter -- are you sad/angry/upset?" when as far as I know I have no expression at all on my face. Then of course I have to keep from having the annoyed face because there's no way I'm going to keep a grin pasted on just to look right to others.
Well, bixa, I have a cure for those people who are always asking "what's the matter." The day my best friend of twenty-five years died, I had a meeting with a group of individuals who had no knowledge of my friend. As I walked into the meeting one of the women asked, "What's happened to you? You look like you just lost your best friend." I felt so sorry for her. She's gone on to become a very close friend also, and I am sure she has never used that expression again.
Mine are centered all around the people christmas shopping and and the post office, and, clogging traffic this time of year, then, I come home and hear the f'n recorded Xmas carols on the the church blaring!!!!!!! I need to go to Tibet, somewhere, anywhere, to escape this!!!
I suspect that if they had been around when I was a little kid, I would have nostalgic feeling about those awful, inflated creatures. As it is, I get all mushy when I see large plastic candy canes on rooftops.
Post by patricklondon on Dec 18, 2012 16:23:48 GMT
Two things. A regular one is like this morning, when I wanted my morning black coffee as a break from Christmas shopping, and found myself YET AGAIN behind a queue of people wanting frothafrappalattemochaccinos or some such nonsense.
One that struck me only recently is how many fewer months of Conservative government it's taken this time, before I started eyeing up the lamp-posts for their load-bearing potential.
Patrick, I said elsewhere when the banking crisis broke, that "Boris should be erecting more lampposts in the city, as there are not enough to hang all the bastards from"
At the very least a good few of them should be inside.
No need to trouble. It seems it's now officially official. Following the lead of the US, the powers that be running the UK have after careful consideration determined that the rule of law-- heck even the concept of the rule of law-- will henceforth no longer apply to the financial class. Even the pretense of the rule of law no longer need be maintained. It's nice to have the Third World status of the so-called First World formally recognized as such.
Nasty thoughts of driving around and shooting darts at inflatable Xmas blow ups that sit in people's front yards this time of year. Jeez, I loathe those things!!!
Casi and I are in total agreement. Fortunately in Montana we don't need inflatable snowmen. But I hate, hate, hate it when I'm on Sanibel Island driving past the pretty light-wrapped palm trees, and I see those ugly inflatable snowmen, Santas, and reindeer on the green grass. Uh-glee!
My inner voice is a bit of a pacifist right now. The messages tend to be: "don't tell him the get a f**king move on", "don't shout at that awful driver, he didn't mean to do that" and suchlike. I am surprised and a little worried by this development. My inner voice tend to man the **** up!
ansh, your post reminded me of my trip to New York City a couple of years back. We were coming towards a check point (where we have to pay a fee to be on the road). As we drive towards the huge line up a car whizzes past us, cuts us off, as well as a bunch of other people and pushes right in front of those that had been waiting for the longest time! We were too shocked to say anything! Especially when the woman driver put her middle finger up at us and everyone else and shouted obscenities at the bewildered line up of cars. ;D We still laugh about it now. What else can you do? It was New York after all. Never mess with a New Yorker!
My nasty inner voice wanted to tell someone to stop being a totally self-centered Prima Donna and suck it up for the lousy two hours. Instead, I delegated to someone who rephrased my thoughts a little more diplomatically.