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08:20:2004 Entry: "Ann : Patterns of Behavior"

Patterns of Behavior

Sometimes I think we dislike certain people because we see in them the potential of what we could've become. I know this is true in my case. Of course this doesn't hold true for all our dislikes, sometimes we simply dislike someone because they are a nasty piece of work. But because you were able to see beyond the potential error of your ways and went another path, when you are then reconfronted with someone else on that old path, and you see how pointless that path is, you tend to dislike them because they haven't been enlightened as you have. Now if you saw them struggling on the path, you'd want to embrace them and help them find their way out. But not if they're stubborn and stuck in their ways, and especially if they knock the path *you* are on. Then you just find them tedius, if not worthy of dislike.

I'm not thinking of anyone in particular, but instead people in general.

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I have developed phone phobia.

The thought of hearing the phone ring, the thought of seeing a message on it from an unknown number (i.e., one of Tim's relatives), sends my heart pounding. My last experiences of hearing Tim's mom's messages were enough for me. I know my blood pressure is up, and this is not healthy for me. I would've sent Stan to work today with the phone, but that would've left me without any communication whatsoever, and if I had a pet emergency or something, I would be screwed. So Stan wrapped the phone up in a towel and put it in the dryer in the basement. I know where it is in case I need it, but I will not be able to hear it ring while he's at work.

Once the whole Tim crisis is resolved and finalized, I will be a normal person with a cellphone again. But as for now, I cannot deal with it. For my own health's sake.

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You know, this is really stupid. Why didn't I just TURN MY PHONE OFF? Man, I am a total idiot sometimes!

Oh well, I guess I chalk it up to not being able to think too clearly under all this stress.

Posted by Ann @ 07:17:2004:02:30 PM CST

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