tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post3614238456396119670..comments2024-03-27T12:08:02.812+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: I am an idiot.Tania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-78667201193292190732015-06-11T07:27:49.811+01:002015-06-11T07:27:49.811+01:00I think it's a thing neurologically - we have ...I think it's a thing neurologically - we have evolved to narrow our focus on 'bad' stuff because at a basic level it ensures the survival of the species. If we didn't have this capacity to take notice of and learn from 'mistakes' our forebears might have become extinct by persistently trying to cuddle sabre-tooth tigers. No better teacher than an uncomfortable feeling...makemeadivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03086231767791539718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-18846464433445983682015-06-10T12:57:38.687+01:002015-06-10T12:57:38.687+01:00Dear Tania, thank you for giving all of us a chanc...Dear Tania, thank you for giving all of us a chance to purge our car-crunching sins!<br /><br />I hopped into my husband's (admittedly not brand new, but still all in one piece) SUV a few summers ago, to run out and pick up something from the store. One of our tenants had parked a little bit farther out than usual in our communal parking area between the houses. I had my head out the driver's side window, making sure I didn't hit her car... meanwhile, the entire other side of our SUV dragged across the corner of our brick house! The SUV now looks like it had a close encounter with a tyrannosaurus. <br /><br />I can totally relate to that sick, awful feeling of guilt/shock/anger/sadness. I'm not usually the crying type (unless it's a movie or one of those Budweiser commercials with the puppy), and I burst into tears like a big sissy. <br /><br />Part of it was that my father had given us that vehicle as a gift before he died, and here I ran it quite literally into a brick wall. I eventually got over it, but when I think about it I still cringe inside.Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-81451743848864098632015-06-10T11:41:30.786+01:002015-06-10T11:41:30.786+01:00I once went to an after-show party (in my opera-si...I once went to an after-show party (in my opera-singing days) in late summer. It was still light when I arrived, and parked in the expansive gravel sweep driveway of the hosts' house, but a couple of hours later when I left it was dark. How was I to know that whilst we'd been celebrating the end of the short run of that season's opera someone had quite unaccountably built a low stone wall near my car? The family car, I should say, the one my - then - husband had only bought - new - a handful of days before.<br /><br />In effecting the turn to leave the way I had come, I dunched the rear door on the passenger side. I was not the reason for the eventual divorce. Husband #1 was was actually quite good about it. The divorce was about quite other things and happened many years later.<br /><br />But, oh! That sickening dull crunch. Worse than a person losing her purse, on a par with...<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13702475308562601190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-75674874680079548572015-06-10T08:33:51.362+01:002015-06-10T08:33:51.362+01:00Yes. Super post. Why do we remember the disasters ...Yes. Super post. Why do we remember the disasters instead of all the triumphs?<br /><br />Congratulations to your mother.<br /><br />SueAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-1059695671722992212015-06-10T04:34:18.186+01:002015-06-10T04:34:18.186+01:00Oh please don't call yourself an idiot! I mean...Oh please don't call yourself an idiot! I mean, who hasn't driven into their brother-in-law's shiny new car? Happens to the best of us (ahem, me too) so I hope it didn't ruin your lovely day with your beautiful family. <br /><br />Best wishes to your mother and thank you for the treat of seeing all your beloveds xxEmhttp://theyogaconnection.co.nznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-55372859701561270352015-06-09T16:28:15.138+01:002015-06-09T16:28:15.138+01:00Oh, poor you. I so know how you feel - many years...Oh, poor you. I so know how you feel - many years ago, I reversed my uncle and aunt's car into a bollard. It was just awful, entirely my fault because I wasn't looking where I was going. And they were lovely about it but it made them sad. One does always remember the bad thing first, but at least as we get older we know how to call in the perspective police. And those wonderful photos of your beautiful family will surely bring cheer... thanks as always, Rachel Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-59984093009217124062015-06-09T16:01:47.009+01:002015-06-09T16:01:47.009+01:00Well, one thing you are not is an idiot. But I do...Well, one thing you are not is an idiot. But I do understand that, being demanding of yourself (in a good way), you are still raging inside. Hope that fades away soon.<br /><br />At least you are a big girl and, other than emotionally, seem already to have dealt with it. Your 16-year-old friend, on the other hand, is distressing. Why on earth do people have to be mean? You described it so well that it is impossible not to feel sad and angry for her.<br /><br />BirdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-90069074012994134682015-06-09T15:51:24.414+01:002015-06-09T15:51:24.414+01:00You ARE going to put all those lovely photos in a ...You ARE going to put all those lovely photos in a book or a big picture frame for your Mom, yes?Pat (in Belgium)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02367089351412953926noreply@blogger.com