I believe in being good, because I am a Christian and we are taught to live as Jesus did. I believe in being good, because I’ve seen the benefits of how happy it makes me feel. But the part of if I’m bad, bad things will happen and if I’m good they won’t? Well, that’s a bunch of bologna. If I’m “good”, more positive opportunities will present themselves, sure. And in turn, if I make poor choices, if I’m “bad” then life will be harder. I get that part. But, I don’t believe that when bad things happen to me it’s because I’m a bad person, or did something wrong. I don’t really think I can after the days events.
This is an excerpt from an email I sent to my Ya-yas:
I dragged myself out of bed in a less than perky mood. I was tired and slow and ended up being about 5 minutes behind schedule by the time I headed to the car. When I got in, it wouldn’t start. So I did what any sensible person would do, I called my boyfriend and asked what to do and then got mad at him, well, not really, but didn’t use a very nice tone of voice, when he didn’t have an answer. I hung up, wandered around my house for a second not sure what to do. Tried to get my school’s phone number from the Internet - why it hasn’t been in my phone all this time is beyond me - but of course the wifi wasn’t working. So I decided to try my car again. It started! Weakly, but started. I left to get to work. I turned a corner, went down a hill, and then saw the flashers. Some a-hole cop sat right where the speed changed from 45 to 35 and then wrote me a ticket for speeding. So frustrating. I ended up late to work, but only by a few minutes. It was an ok day at work, but after the rough start I wasn’t in any kind of fun mood. I called my homebuilder, who was supposed to pay me $500 for my friend Emily having bought in the neighborhood. Of course, when I called about that they said they don’t do it anymore. And when I questioned why anyone had told us about it, they just blew me off and insisted they couldn’t pay me anything. Whatever. Fine. The bigger kicker of the day was on my way home from work when I got rearended by a giant Silverado truck, the kind that requires diesel fuel. It was just that driver and me and no serious injuries (my back is jacked up, but no blood or anything). I messed up and didn’t call the cops, because I felt like we handled everything ok and no one was really hurt. Well, apparently, in IL if damages are over $500 you must have a police report. Instead of coming home and just going to bed to end the horiffic day, I had to go back out to the accident site (Mike came with which was nice of him) in the freezing cold and file a report. Oh well, at least I have it now and the other driver has been ticketed. Today I went to the dr, but he didn’t do much because of inflamation. Hopefully, he can help more tomorrow. I didn’t think I’d hurt my neck (my low back is all that was achy), but he found a very tender tendon and then said “you had your head turned didn’t you” How do doctors do that?! So cool. And yes, my head had been turned. Anyway, so I got the guy’s insurance info and headed home. I dialed All State on my way in the door, dropped my purse on the counter, and without turning on a light stepped into the kitchen (I needed to get my phone plugged in before it hung up, so no time for the light that moment)…..I stepped into a pile of glass! Seems that Ricky was on top of the fridge while I was at work and knocked one of Mike’s fraternity ball champagne flutes onto the floor
I felt really bad for Mike. And I didn’t get hurt, thankfully. Neither did my pets!
Ok, that’s all. That’s what my most horrible Monday ever was comprised of.