I don't like it when people hurt my feelings - I know, really unique there, aren't I? It makes me want to stomp my foot, take my toys and go home. Sulking all the way, of course. And I always want some acknowledgment from the offending person - I've never mastered just walking away, ignoring it, not letting it bother me and not allowing them to see that it bothered me ... I believe it's called taking the high road or some other such vague philosophical term floating just a tad beyond my ability to embrace it. And yet, I KNOW that's the best reaction, sometimes the best revenge depending on the severity of their transgression. Breezy indifference, that's what I want, sometimes indifferent condescension - that's actually the ultimate response, the most rewarding. Why can't I adopt that more often!? It's all very frustrating, this absurd need for acknowledgement I have - that desire to force the person to say that they acted less than nice.

It's the control issue again. I know that. I know, I know, I know.

I have an appointment with Martha tonight that I want desperately to cancel, but now I'll have to pay anyway b/c of the less than 24 hours caveat. But I don't feel like cataloguing my failures tonight - I realize that isn't how it really is but it is in my own warped little mind.

I'm going shopping at lunch, maybe that will put everything in perspective. Retail therapy, as it were.

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