Where Pianos Roam

Gosh it’s early for a Sunday. I stare out of my window today, pensively and with much on my mind.

I’ve had some thoughts in my head lately that I’ve needed to reflect on. So here goes . . .

People can be daunting. The ways that they can be oppressive, menacing, and abusive are surely formidable. It is doubly treacherous when they aren’t even aware of the degree to which they outwardly project such tendencies. I’ve recently had the misfortune of having such a person in my life, but the funny thing is that it didn’t fully dawn on me until lately. I just sort of swallowed their bitter poison thinking that it was sweeter than it was. Sweet or not, it is still poison nonetheless.

In one fell swoop, I realized that this person makes me feel like shit, and you know what? I’ve lived long enough in my life to understand that I deserve better than to feel like shit. I won’t stand for it.

Oh no ma’am, not me.

So, I’ve taken steps to deal with this in my own way. It hasn’t been easy, but I needed to do something. Poison is so unbecoming.

This got me thinking about how easy it is to inhale someone else’s negativity particularly when the person in question occupies a position of authority. It’s no different from the ways by which a country can fall prey to a tyrant of a dictator. There is often a very loud, cantankerous, hugely charismatic, pompous, and overbearing personality that imposes itself upon others and that, unknowingly or otherwise, uses his or her power to dominate just about any situation.

This is yucky stuff, and it all has been a wake-up call for me to be much more vigilant over the presence of such forces in my life. In the past, I’ve had too many abusive and oppressive people stabbing away at my dignity, and I don’t want any more of this.

Poison begone. Forever.

O and B beckon.  I’ve got to go.

Have a great week everyone.

-g