reminder to self

[amand_r]

Things I learnt this week, in shark hell:

1. I lose my temper, and then I do things I regret. This is possibly because I would prefer to cut myself off than be hurt by someone blowing their brains out again. Thanks, person.

Under that consideration, I am going to try two things:

a. When I get mad, I am not allowed to send any correspondence for at least a day.
b. If I do hit the send button, I am not going to immediately say to myself, "oh man, you fucked that up. Best to close up shop because you screwed that." Because apparently, people on the other side of the argument are smarter than you, and they don't think that way. So when you sever ties because you think that's what is best, you end up just hurting people more. I will sit on my hands, and nail them to the table if necessary.
c. I will learn to apologise if it comes to that, and hope for the best. Plan C is the least favorite plan. Plan A should be the best. People do it all the time. It's not rocket science.

2. So in that light, I said some harsh words this week, and I apologised to the people, and there's nothing I can do but wait. One of those people has decided that is not enough, and to that person, I cannot do more than say that I am sorry. To the other person who accepted my apology, I am sincere that I will try not to do it again, and I have made a game plan to approach that.

3. I need to try some Midol.

Comments

[golden-d.livejournal.com]

1. Midol is a very nice thing.

2. *hugs*

[topgeargirl2.livejournal.com]

I've learnt that if you are feeling down then Singing in the Rain will really cheer you up. Gene Kelly really knows how to make you smile, especially with the dancing in the rain sequence because it shows how much he is in love with Kathy.

I've done the plan for reel_torchwood which I'm very happy about.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

Gene Kelly is from my city! Wooooooooo!

[planejane.livejournal.com]

Good people can do terrible things. If you lost your temper and said/did something rash, surely your friends can see it as that?

You don't strike me as having a bad bone in your body.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

OMG AT LEAST 75 PERCENT OF ME IS EVIL.

IF NOT I DEMANA REFUND. SATAN SAID THAT WAS GENUINE.

[tripperfunster.livejournal.com]

I'm not privy to what happened, but yeah, I tend to speak before I think, so I hear your pain.

[ophymirage.livejournal.com]

*hugs* and that's all.

[sthayashi.livejournal.com]

Your friends will love you anyway. I find it amusing that there's very little you've ever said to me that's offended me. Ironically, there's tons of stuff I've written to you that I always wonder if I've offended you.

What I do is take a look at what I write and see if it is blatently offensive. Generally, I kill it if I think it's subtlely offensive, but of course I don't always catch these, and E always wonders WTF I posted on your comments section.

w.r.t. Midol, the wannabe scientist in me did a Google search on for Midol. The primary ingredient? Tylenol (in most cases). Advil or Aleve in others. Plus other drugs that can probably be effectively simulated with a couple cups of coffee.

Of course, you should never discount the placebo effect.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

caffeine is one of the main villains in PMS. it exacerbates things. It's not the tylenol that's the draw in midol.

[paragraphs.livejournal.com]

Awww Amand_r! I don't have to say anything here--methinks you know what I am thinking in reading this.

Also, am in the process of reading your new fic! Savor savor!

And that is all. Until later. Ping me when you see my little green light if you'd like--I'm working on my sekhret project!

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

[insert offer of hug and/or booze here.]

[easilymused1956.livejournal.com]

Listening to Wagner, especially to 'Ride of the Valkyries,' before dashing off hasty replies might be helpful. Seriously.

Have tonnes of hugs, sweetie.

Renee

[curriejean.livejournal.com]

*snug*

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

PIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRATES.

[curriejean.livejournal.com]

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAMEN.