A progression of annoying events.

Exercise class this morning was a bit....challenging.  Not because of the workout but because of HER!

There is a woman who gets there 15 minutes late and then shoves herself into a spot that she never fits in.  Not because of her size but because of the general flailing that one does whilst exercising.  Guess where she decided to squeeze herself.  1 step in front of me.  Hear my words, not one space in front of me...1 step in front of me.  I could touch her without leaning forward and sadly I'm not exaggerating.  I told her there wasn't room she moved one more step forward.  Not helpful.

Have you ever been able to feel yourself getting mad?  Like if you do not remove yourself from a situation you are going to do something that will embarrass you and possibly harm someone?  Yeah, I was there so I left class early, and proceeded upstairs to the weight room to get some of my aggression out.

You know who goes to the weight room at 8:30 in the morning?  Typically senior citizens.  I was thrilled.  No meat market, and most people were there for a little workout....until....I noticed HIM!!!

He was probably early 40's and was bragging about his ability to lift and talking very loudly about how much he could lift and could someone spot him.  He proceeded to tell the individual all about how he was out of shape but that he could still lift more than most and how his extra weight came from trying to juggle all that was on his plate.  He loudly spoke of how much he loved flea markets and getting shampoo for a dollar and how he could get a charger for his iphone for pretty cheap and he isn't sure if it's stolen or not but at The Walmart those things are like $20.

(Can we stop for a second?  Why do people call it The Walmart?  It's Walmart.  Why add The?)

Again we are headed down the road of my blood pressure rising.  I'm sitting there being forced to listen to a conversation I have no interest in...trust me I tried to move.  So, I left.

I had done enough to sweat so I felt like I had accomplished my task and if I didn't get out of there I was going to most certainly punch someone.

Then you know what happened?  A friend called to check on me.  She had seen me walk out of class and just wanted to make sure that I hadn't hurt myself.  Turned my day around.

Lesson learned today?  Ok. I've started to type like 12 different things.  The gist is there are going to be people that are not like you in this world, that annoy the snot out of you, just remove yourself from their presence and find things that make you smile, and no it can not be you visualizing punching them in the face.  (I've tried it, just frustrates you that you can't do it.)

Have a great day!!

A funeral can say a lot about how you lived.

I haven't attended many funerals in my life but I have made several observations at the ones I have attended.

I've been to funerals where there was hardly anyone there.  This says to me two things...

1. The person was so old they outlived all of their friends.
2. The person didn't have any friends.  This can happen pretty easily you know.  We get so caught up in the rat race that can be life and not take time for the wants or needs of others.  We can so easily justify self centeredness by saying that the things we are putting on high priority will stop the earth's rotation if they don't get done.  When was the last time you didn't have an agenda?  When was the last time you had friends over not caring about the clock?  Do you even have friends that when they come over they have seen your house in its "natural" state? I want my home to be a place where people are comfortable enough to get up and get into the refrigerator to get themselves a drink.  Where people can lay down for a nap on the couch.  Where children play in the yard while adults sit and talk on the deck until the mosquitoes start to get annoying.

We share this planet with billions of people and yet at the end of our life no one shows up?

I've been to funerals where everyone in attendance knew everyone else.

Now.  You might think that this is a good thing but hear me out.  How often do you branch outside your comfort zone to make new friends?  Maybe they know each other because you are just that good at involving everyone you know in your life or is it that you found a group of friends that thought the same way you thought and you stuck with them for 80 years?  I'm not saying it's a bad thing but I am saying if you went into an ice cream store and you always got the same flavor every time you would be missing out on some pretty excellent flavors.

I've been to funerals where there was a line around the building, there were pockets of familiar people, and no one was really crying.

This is how I want my funeral to be.  I want my funeral to have laughter.  I want there to be people from every chapter in my life who cared enough to take the time to come tell my family how much I meant to them.  I want there to be funny stories, sweet stories and joy.  Joy at a funeral?  Yes, because I am on my way home and I want my family to know that where I am going is a much better place than this earth.

I hope to live a long life, in which I can touch many lives with joy.  I am fully aware that there will be stages in my life where I can get out there as much as others but I hope that at the end of the ride it all evens out.

Whining about Wine.

Why is it that just because I don't have a taste for alcoholic beverages I am shunned?

I don't drink.  I never have.  It isn't that I am a prude or anything I just genuinely do not enjoy the taste for the stuff.  Can someone explain to me how this makes me shunnable?  I would think this would make me an excellent catch when it comes to a friendship because HELLO!!!  I am the ultimate designated driver!  But NO!!!  Apparently people are offended by my choice to not drink.  Why is that?  I'm not offended by your choice to drink.  Have at it!  I could care less if you get three sheets to the wind, in some cases it makes for some people being way more interesting than they actually are so pour it on baby!!

I have been told that my choice to not drink is rude.  How's that?  It makes people uncomfortable you say?  Explain that one!  Why do you care what is in my glass?  As long as I'm not letting one rip ever two seconds or scratching myself in highly inappropriate places I would think I was fine! Nope.  Rude.

Seriously!?  Trust me.  I'm weird enough sober.  You do not want me to add alcohol to all this!

I've decided that my life lesson from this one is we are going to have peer pressure for our entire lives.  People are going to shun you for all kinds of things.  If they shun you then they weren't meant to be your friend in the first place and the only friend you should be concerned about offending is the one that can walk on water.