I can’t answer that question because that’s another one of my weird quirks; I cannot accept rejection. Even from strangers. To be ignored by a group of people that I don’t know figuratively kills me. To have a professor that makes comments to everyone except me drives me mad. Family or even friends that turn out to be fake and ugly inside hurts me the most. Then there’s that fear that if I say something then I’ll be even more disliked…it’s a tangled web of weirdness that I’m having a hard time coming to terms with.
So how do I deal with it? You’re looking at it! That’s right; the art of dealing with my problems is my blog. I’m also working on a new book which is really cathartic and, when all else fails, I will be writing down very specific names and killing them in my next novel! Sad but true!
Here’s where you come in – it makes me feel so much better
when I know that I’m not the only one who deals with this kind of stuff. I’d
love to hear your own personal story, antidote or if you just want to share a virtual hug!
I received this earlier from a very sweet and caring friend
and I wanted to share it with you:
David J.
Pollay explains his story in this way....
Sixteen years ago, I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New
York City taxi cab.
Here's what happened.
I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station.
We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped
out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back
end by just inches!
The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped
his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just
smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean...he was friendly.
So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and
sent us to the hospital!"
And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the
Garbage Truck."
"Many people are like garbage trucks.
They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger and full
of disappointment.
As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it.
And if you let them, they'll dump it on you.
When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally.
You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did."
I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And
how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at
home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who
treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything
happens for a reason.
Never let the garbage truck run over you....
Choose to have a great day.
Sixteen years ago, I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New
York City taxi cab.
Here's what happened.
I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station.
We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped
out of a parking space right in front of us.
My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back
end by just inches!
The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped
his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just
smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean...he was friendly.
So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and
sent us to the hospital!"
And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the
Garbage Truck."
"Many people are like garbage trucks.
They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger and full
of disappointment.
As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it.
And if you let them, they'll dump it on you.
When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally.
You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did."
I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And
how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at
home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who
treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything
happens for a reason.
Never let the garbage truck run over you....
Choose to have a great day.
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