While ago, I read somewhere that it’s healthier to be "happy" than "right." Since, (in the name of wellbeing) I’ve walked away from many arguments and debates. I believe my passive conflict resolution policy has turned me into a LESS; spineless, helpless, gutless, take your pick!
At the moment, I live beside what my students would call, a bully! A young, South American father of one who treats my balcony as his dumping ground; dirty water, cigarette butts, dried leaves and flowers, paper cups and whatever else that doesn’t belong on his well-kept terrace.
There is only so much the condo manager can do. The rest depends on residents’ integrity, I was told. Alas, my bully has none. He has a loud voice, a condescending tone and insulting vocabulary.
Although I complain to the management every time I feel abused, I stay out of his sight. I pull down my blinds and forego the sunshine, happy to save money on balcony plants and furniture.
Is fierceness a muscle that needs to be exercised daily, or is it hormone-based and disappears with menopause, just like bone density?
Looking at “ Tiger Lili” inked on my forearm, I can’t help but wonder, where did the Tiger go?
There is only so much the condo manager can do. The rest depends on residents’ integrity, I was told. Alas, my bully has none. He has a loud voice, a condescending tone and insulting vocabulary.
Although I complain to the management every time I feel abused, I stay out of his sight. I pull down my blinds and forego the sunshine, happy to save money on balcony plants and furniture.
Is fierceness a muscle that needs to be exercised daily, or is it hormone-based and disappears with menopause, just like bone density?
Looking at “ Tiger Lili” inked on my forearm, I can’t help but wonder, where did the Tiger go?
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