The past few days have been stressful.
Stressful for me isn’t necessarily stressful for someone else. I think I’m still growning and still learning how to get a hold of my emotions. I’m much better at it now.
I’ve always been a sensitive person. Small things make me upset…bring me to tears even.
When I was in grade 6, I came home very upset once. I was a good kid in school. I liked school. But that day was perhaps the 3rd or 4th day of school, my french teacher at the time asked me a question. I didn’t know the answer.
“WHY, YOU DIDN’T DO YOUR HOMEWORK? YOU NO LIKE SCHOOL?? IF YOU NO LIKE SCHOOL, STAY HOME!!”
Not only was I embarassed, but I was completely and utterly mortified. How dare he speak to me like that?? What did I do?
My parents know that I’m delicate and sensitive, so when I came home and told my Dad what happened, he comforted me and told me not to worry. “this teacher simply doesn’t know you” he said.
Little did I know that my dad would show up at the school the very next day to speak to that teacher! Um..did I mention that my dad was in UNIFORM when he went??
Don’t get me wrong, my dad is a very, VERY nice guy. But that uniform puts an automatic fear in people, regardless of how nice you are being.
My father very nicely told that teacher not to lump me in with previous students that he may have had who “don’t do their homework”. He told the teacher that I was a good kid and never gave anyone any problems (which was true). From that point on, that teacher and I became good friends. I’ve since lost touch with him after I graduated from that school in grade 8, but it’s a shame that it took a visit from the police to allow him to really get to know who I was.
Anyhow, my point is that I’m a stress case. I’ve since gotten better. My skin has become tougher, and I give credit to all of the jobs that I’ve had. Remaining calm and rational is important…especially with Lupus.
Anyhow, the reason I’m *shaking my head* in this post is because I got on the bus today to come home from work…and everyone who saw me in my cast quickly put their heads down as not to establish eye contact. Silly, silly people.
Of course, being the kind of person that I am, I decided to lay it on…THICK. I looked around at everyone with a sad expression on my face. I bent down and grabbed my knee, grimacing.
You’ll be happy to know that my entire production meant nothing to my fellow bus riders.