Right And Wrong @ MindSay

Shuffling hallways of darkest night

Thought they left forever

The house on the hill

Hear the clamor and din

Of the frightened within

Swallow such a bitter pill

 

Someone sang that secrets kill

 

And the screams in the mist

Making me wish I was wrong

So what of belief

And the ground under feet

Was I wrong?

Is this where I belong?

 

Racing through winter's light

Cold grey frosty lines melt between

Feel the chill in the air

Footfalls down the backstairs

Making the getaway clean

 

Someone said what does it mean

 

I don't know the answers anymore

Than I thought I did

Before

 

And the screams in the midst

Echoed loud and long

So however goes

And whatever down below

Is this where I belong?

 

Was I wrong?

"Judging the morality of an act by what the person gains from it reveals a profound ignorance about human nature."
-Robert Rivera y Carlo

You figure out why.

i know i've bitched about my job and i gave it a huge rest on a rage about my job, but i'm seriously pissed!!

First, since when does angie have the authority to tell me that i'm doing something wrong when i've been doing it, for idk..over a year and NOW someone's gonna come up to me and tell me i'm DOING IT WRONG!!

Second, since when do finish personnel stand around in MY area and think they can get away with it?! NEVER I TELL YOU!!(big booming noise)

Third, since when was it soo wrong to get some help around there?! i asked sue at the beginning of the night if i could get someone over to help me sticker. that wasn't as big a problem last night! she got Todd to come help me. he started helping me earlier tonight, but sue told him to go over and help the guys at the costa. then i was like, umm, ok so when am i gonna get some help?!(asking in really annoyed, about to blow up in sue's face, me turning red in the face from anger) she just fuckin ignores me!!

i soo wanted to just walk out the fuckin door and say im having cramps. works for anyone else in the plant! ok...i think i'm gonna be ok now...(takes big breath) yeah i am...neway, i hope you all had a better night then i did...but, i am grateful i have a job in the first place.

miek got hired and is working in a different part of the Door Room, but my sis didn't get hired..damn bastards! neway...night!! more wedding dress shopping tomorrow! at least dressing up in prettyful dresses will make the weekend better and i'll definately feel better about everything this past week..night!

This morning:

 

Me: God I hate how this dryer /washer is set up!  << in a very disgruntled overly whiney voice. It's a pain in the ass! ( the doors open into one another-front loading)

Hubby: Let me do it then, Its not a pain in the ass for me.

Me: playfully whiney now: No..*I"M* DOING it..

Him: yanks the sheets outta my hands..

I start scurrying to get them crammed into the dryer, by heaping them on the dryer door.

He yells at me, you're gonna break the door, they are too heavy!

 

Well, you get the picture.. we both started to laugh.. I clutched my sides, cause they hurt from coughing.  But we were laughing cause we always said we were never going to be like his parents...they fuss at each other for the silliest of things, but it usually boils down to one thinks they are right all the time and the other of course thinks the way they do things is THE right way to do it.

 

We don't have to be right. They don't have to be wrong. I got this quote today in my email after my hubby and I tussled over the sheets:

 

Everything is valid and everything is truthful, because Law of Attraction lets everything be. The question is not whether it's right or wrong, whether their approach is right or wrong, or whether my approach is right or wrong. The question is: Does their approach feel good to me? And if it doesn't, then I choose a different approach.

 

Perfect. I like changing the way I think! :)

I think I might be wrong.

Wrong when I speak.

Wrong when I think.

Wrong when I think

of speaking.

 

I think I might be sad.

Sad about things I

really shouldn't be

sad about. Sad about

me.

 

I think you might be watching.

Watching me fail,

watching me hide from you

and people like you and unlike

me.

 

I think of you thinking of me

when you're thinking of no one

or nothing or if you

are thinking of everything

but.

 

I think I might be lonely.

That's why I write and

vent and avoid everyone.

Being lonely makes me want to

be.

 

I think I might be learning.

Learning to be wrong.

Learning to be lonely.

Learning to fail, gracefully

so.

 

I think it may be wrong.

Wrong to think of you as

I do. Wrong to wonder

"What if?" Right to know I'm

wrong.