GRAND EPIPHANIES
I had an epiphany today ...
The other night, Christy called me to see if I was feeling any better. During the course of conversation, I told her that I had run out to the store, but probably shouldn't have as I really didn't have all my faculties yet, and almost killed myself twice while driving. It was that, or all the drugs I've been given to knock out the ALLERGIES ON A RAMPAGE, part 2.
Christy responded with a heavy sigh and, "Megan! I could have done that for you. You are just too stubborn and independent!"
She's right, really. And here's where the epiphany comes in ... I think my stubborn independence is getting in the way of my really letting my guard down and finding that really deep relationship. This is brilliant that I suddenly realize this about myself. It means I can work on it, right?
This is a genetic component woven into my inner being. I've been this way forever. You need only ask one of the parental units to get the full picture.
There was the time I practically electricuted myself to death because, as a toddler, I didn't give two hoots what the parents said, I was going to stick my slobbery finger in the electric outlet behind the sofa!
Or the Sunday morning I was about 4 or 5 years old, and my father and I started WORLD WAR III because I was going to wear the floral print skirt with the plaid blouse, and I could have given a rat's you-know-what if I looked like a rag picker.
Or the summer I had to take summer school before entering kindergarten because I absolutely refused to walk along the balance beam. I vividly remember thinking, "Ummm ... everyone can do this! Why must I prove it to you, lady?"
This streak of self-assured independence goes back a long way. I just need to figure out how to overcome it. I'm guessing it's going to take a special guy to deal with the likes of me ...
... And of course, I had this grand epiphany while staring at the sort of good-looking police officer (sans ring, ladies!) that came to church on his break this morning! Good glory! I need to attend some sort of Uniforms Anonymous meeting or something ...
The other night, Christy called me to see if I was feeling any better. During the course of conversation, I told her that I had run out to the store, but probably shouldn't have as I really didn't have all my faculties yet, and almost killed myself twice while driving. It was that, or all the drugs I've been given to knock out the ALLERGIES ON A RAMPAGE, part 2.
Christy responded with a heavy sigh and, "Megan! I could have done that for you. You are just too stubborn and independent!"
She's right, really. And here's where the epiphany comes in ... I think my stubborn independence is getting in the way of my really letting my guard down and finding that really deep relationship. This is brilliant that I suddenly realize this about myself. It means I can work on it, right?
This is a genetic component woven into my inner being. I've been this way forever. You need only ask one of the parental units to get the full picture.
There was the time I practically electricuted myself to death because, as a toddler, I didn't give two hoots what the parents said, I was going to stick my slobbery finger in the electric outlet behind the sofa!
Or the Sunday morning I was about 4 or 5 years old, and my father and I started WORLD WAR III because I was going to wear the floral print skirt with the plaid blouse, and I could have given a rat's you-know-what if I looked like a rag picker.
Or the summer I had to take summer school before entering kindergarten because I absolutely refused to walk along the balance beam. I vividly remember thinking, "Ummm ... everyone can do this! Why must I prove it to you, lady?"
This streak of self-assured independence goes back a long way. I just need to figure out how to overcome it. I'm guessing it's going to take a special guy to deal with the likes of me ...
... And of course, I had this grand epiphany while staring at the sort of good-looking police officer (sans ring, ladies!) that came to church on his break this morning! Good glory! I need to attend some sort of Uniforms Anonymous meeting or something ...
Comments
I am sure walking around looking like death does wonders for your dating proposals.
The next time someone offers to help, let them. It is not a bother at all.
I would be more inconvienced going to the hospital to visit your stubborn butt than I would making a quick trip to the store.