For years I've considered myself a pretty good public speaker. I've done dinner speeches, motivational stuff, informative speeches in front on hundreds of High School students (they were awake at the end so I get credit for successful delivery), I've taught college courses, been on television, the whole gig-er-lee-doo. NEVER have I rambled on so aimlessly as when in AA meetings. I don't know whether it's because I feel the need to entertain and be funny, whether it's because I have SO MUCH I need to get out, or whether it's the REAL ME (now THAT'S scary).
The point is, now I'm self-conscious about it! I've NEVER been intimidated about yabbering about pretty much anything, evidenced my inability to shut up on even a 'silly forum.' I just find it ironic. I wonder if those speeches and stuff were actually any good?
:)
Okay, so as part of my sponsor group, y'all get to hear me shake today...
Yesterday, after stopping at (Genetic Research Project) GRP #1's house to let out the dogs, I decided to take the long way, stop by the voting precinct, and then home. On the way, some riff-raff turned in front of me and, after reaching a speed of 70-75 mph, turned up a beer while driving ahead of me. The twinge flew all over me and I started thinking about driving out through the country, sipping some wine, and just cruising.
I stopped at the precinct (a VFP out in the country) and voted, making jokes to the elderly women serving as registrars, and took my ballot, voted, and was done. I rounded the building outside and found two pick-up trucks blocking me in so I walked slowly to my vehicle and climbed in. The occupants kept talking.
This went on for what seemed like ages, so I tapped the horn and put my truck into reverse, hoping they'd see the backup lights and cordially decide to move. They didn't. I started taking it personally and get more angry with every passing second. How could they be so unthoughtful?
Well, I started maneuvering my vehicle back and forth, positioning it so that I could eventually get out when one of the a******* decided to leave. A VFW member who, in his tricked up red pickup, apparently believed he owned the firestation. A smug look on his face, he slowly drove out. Unbeknownst to this peckerwood, he lives about a quarter of a mile from my home. Otherwise I would have been EXTREMELY rude (and probably got my a** kicked).
Anyway, so truck number two (a Cherokee, actually) remains and the dickheads get out of their truck. They're apparently townies that believe they have some inspections to do at some construction, and they look at me stupidly as I gruffly backup, pull forward, back and forth until I can get out. I'm so angry I'm shaking! f***ERS!
Anyway, I yell something unflattering at the old farts and drive off, being sure to spin my tires. I pull out and, not 200 yards ahead, is Mr. Fireman, driving about 20 MPH below the flow of traffic (he'd obviously pulled out in front of traffic) and vehicles are slowing behind him. The parade follows the a****** two miles up the country road until he pulls into the neighborhood and I wind up directly behind him. It's clear he's checking his rearview and doing EXACTLY the speed limit--something NOBODY does.
He then does something absolutely unpredictable, and pulls into his across-the-street neighbor's driveway. What an a**.
I was so damned pissed by then I couldn't see straight! This was OBVIOUSLY a personal attack! Grrrr! GRRRR! b****** and S.O.B.!!!
I haven't been that angry driving in WEEKS. This, my friends, is my biggest character flaw and I'm absolutely flabberghasted that it manifested itself after so long and thinking I was getting better. I've been having discussions with my HP since and trying to figure out where it came from. I got serious work to do!
Lucky I didn't get my a** kicked, frankly.
Yesterday, after stopping at (Genetic Research Project) GRP #1's house to let out the dogs, I decided to take the long way, stop by the voting precinct, and then home. On the way, some riff-raff turned in front of me and, after reaching a speed of 70-75 mph, turned up a beer while driving ahead of me. The twinge flew all over me and I started thinking about driving out through the country, sipping some wine, and just cruising.
I stopped at the precinct (a VFP out in the country) and voted, making jokes to the elderly women serving as registrars, and took my ballot, voted, and was done. I rounded the building outside and found two pick-up trucks blocking me in so I walked slowly to my vehicle and climbed in. The occupants kept talking.
This went on for what seemed like ages, so I tapped the horn and put my truck into reverse, hoping they'd see the backup lights and cordially decide to move. They didn't. I started taking it personally and get more angry with every passing second. How could they be so unthoughtful?
Well, I started maneuvering my vehicle back and forth, positioning it so that I could eventually get out when one of the a******* decided to leave. A VFW member who, in his tricked up red pickup, apparently believed he owned the firestation. A smug look on his face, he slowly drove out. Unbeknownst to this peckerwood, he lives about a quarter of a mile from my home. Otherwise I would have been EXTREMELY rude (and probably got my a** kicked).
Anyway, so truck number two (a Cherokee, actually) remains and the dickheads get out of their truck. They're apparently townies that believe they have some inspections to do at some construction, and they look at me stupidly as I gruffly backup, pull forward, back and forth until I can get out. I'm so angry I'm shaking! f***ERS!
Anyway, I yell something unflattering at the old farts and drive off, being sure to spin my tires. I pull out and, not 200 yards ahead, is Mr. Fireman, driving about 20 MPH below the flow of traffic (he'd obviously pulled out in front of traffic) and vehicles are slowing behind him. The parade follows the a****** two miles up the country road until he pulls into the neighborhood and I wind up directly behind him. It's clear he's checking his rearview and doing EXACTLY the speed limit--something NOBODY does.
He then does something absolutely unpredictable, and pulls into his across-the-street neighbor's driveway. What an a**.
I was so damned pissed by then I couldn't see straight! This was OBVIOUSLY a personal attack! Grrrr! GRRRR! b****** and S.O.B.!!!
I haven't been that angry driving in WEEKS. This, my friends, is my biggest character flaw and I'm absolutely flabberghasted that it manifested itself after so long and thinking I was getting better. I've been having discussions with my HP since and trying to figure out where it came from. I got serious work to do!
Lucky I didn't get my a** kicked, frankly.
LMAO...Skg
I'm not laughing at you but what you just posted could by my words...I still have issues with driving to work in the morning and the rude people on the commute...
Today, I try to breathe & just keep reciting the serenity prayer but there are those days when I just lose it still & cannot help but flip the bird...Does it do any good, no but I know it's a defect of character that still needs a lot of work and today, when I do make it to work without incident, I am grateful...
I also have changed when I leave and I leave earlier to try and stay out of the situation and that has helped some....
You are exactly where you need to be and congrats on not getting your butt kicked...LOL
Smooches,
Stacey
I'm not laughing at you but what you just posted could by my words...I still have issues with driving to work in the morning and the rude people on the commute...
Today, I try to breathe & just keep reciting the serenity prayer but there are those days when I just lose it still & cannot help but flip the bird...Does it do any good, no but I know it's a defect of character that still needs a lot of work and today, when I do make it to work without incident, I am grateful...
I also have changed when I leave and I leave earlier to try and stay out of the situation and that has helped some....
You are exactly where you need to be and congrats on not getting your butt kicked...LOL
Smooches,
Stacey
I have a crazy friend who carries a spongy clown nose in her car for occasions such as this and a "new driver" sign is propped up in her back window.
No one messes with me when I'm wearing my cape.
Do you think I might get my butt kicked ?
No one messes with me when I'm wearing my cape.
Do you think I might get my butt kicked ?
I'd have to have a BAG FULL of clown noses to give 'em out all the time!
How do you know the humidifier's working? Or the de-humidifier, for that matter? What if they've changed roles? Sheesh, the whole thing seems risky.
How do you know the humidifier's working? Or the de-humidifier, for that matter? What if they've changed roles? Sheesh, the whole thing seems risky.
LMAOOL
