Making it Personal

How do you deal with someone who takes a problem or a crisis and makes it about you? It's taken me several experiences to realize that this is how many people operate. They feel out of control in a given situation so they turn around and lash at the person who is supposed to be resolving the situation. Me.

How do you work with someone who takes a situation at work and makes it personal, when it's not even remotely so?

It's very easy to react and have the situation explode and morph into something it was never meant to be. I'm learning to take a step back and dissociate from the situation so that I am not attached to it anymore. Once I have done that, I can look at it dispassionately and appreciate why we value this person so much. I am free! I feel empowered. I can do my work in peace...

Senseless

It's a week since she was killed. Gunned down for no apparent reason. I didn't know her but I felt like I knew her. She was the best friend of my best friend from school. The newspapers reported that she died wearing a black dress and a breast cancer pin. 38 years old, with two children. They were ambushed when they got home from a nice dinner in a restaurant. She died as her husband drove her to the hospital. It makes no sense at all.

There is death all around me. Every other day I hear that someone I know or knew has died or someone I know has lost a dear one. Is it because I am now older and know more people? More older people? Perhaps. But that does not help explain the death of 12 year old Aumkar.

Two Rainbows

That's what we have right now.
Loud thunder.
Rain.
Bright sunshine.
Two rainbows.



Oon-paaoos kolhyacha lagna
I hope those kolhas have fun. I'm stuck indoors with a huge backlog of work!

Wring his neck

I will wring his neck when I, if I, ever lay my hands on him. Darned huge animal that wrecked my water fountain. The fountain is broken. The flourishing water-lily ripped apart, the tall plant with the red flowers decimated and the struggling reeds non-existent. My little flower bed around the fountain trampled. I will wring his neck if I don't run away in terror first!