The body senses when you lose something or someone you drew energy from. I just caught a cold :-)
There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all
(Katie Melua, Nine Million Bicycles)
There are people around me – also ones whoI love and admire – who display a lot of aggression, in different contexts. Sometimes they are corrosively witty about themselves, and apply that extra lot of self-irony in telling stories that makes you wonder if they really feel anything when telling the stories. Some others are harsh in answering simple questions, that somehow threaten their self-esteem, or simply catch them offhand in unpleasant situations. There is a certain category who are brisk when discussing with people they don't like – be it that they really have no consideration for the person in front of them or because she / he has unnerved them; another reason may be personal circumstances which generate anger they cannot control.
I've often asked myself how to handle these people. An approach which works well is to just relax and try to joke about the nasty retortions, and not take them seriously. Getting also mad and reacting violently will not help, unless you can shout louder :) What I am concerned about is what lies behind the unpleasant words they say, behind the apparent domination these linguistic aggressors seem to seek. Is it their own anger and hate they throw on others? Or simply a need to express something else?
Well you said you wished you knew me
You can't have everything
For I knew I wouldn't know you
But I got under your skin
(Texas, Under Your Skin)
This evening is so peaceful, so quiet. I am listening to music; there was a business presentation to do until now, but the subject was exciting and I lost track of time finishing it. Nothing around me indicates the hour; it seems like a continuum of time, when all stands still, and the pleasure of taste, of smell, persists long after its object has vanished. Maybe it is because I have returned, like many times before, to a self that had been wandering too long.
Where does it come from, though – this passion and warmth that fills me?
Well, you can say what you want
But it wont change my mind
Ill feel the same
About you
(Texas, Say What You Want)
Between doing the right thing and doing what's right, I'd rather do the right thing at the right moment. Does that mean that you are ... or that you behaved ... ? I don't think so. Not following your heart's path is the true mistake.
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
(Frank Sinatra, Fly Me To The Moon)
What I love today: the tip of my nose being electrified when touched with a green smile, the warmth of my friends dancing around me, my toffee body butter that smells wonderful, the birthday of two dear ones.
What I feel sad about: friends going through some unhappy times (like Bob or C), my mother being in hospital, some people close to my office who live in an old Dacia, how things don't always work out my way and that I see old friends more seldom.
Real sugar, I don't wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, that's what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, that's what I want and what I need
(Roxette, Real Sugar)
