When my husband and I argue (don’t act shocked, we’re only human) it’s usually because we don’t understand each other. I mean we’re speaking the same language, but we are just not hearing each other. Do you know what I mean? He’s saying one thing and I’m hearing something totally different or vice versa.
When my mother hurts my feelings, it’s because I’m reading between the lines. She’s saying one thing, but I’m hearing what she’s not saying.
Maybe I need to hire a translator because it appears that I have a hard time understanding what is said to me.
I seem to think that everyone is as wrapped up in me as I am. Obviously every little thing that is said or implied is a dig and a way to criticize all important me.
Maybe, just maybe, people mean what they say at least some of the time. Maybe they are not all out to get me, at least not all of the time.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie (don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
Give yourself a break. No one is perfect.
Hosted by Mrs. 4444


































