Freakchylde's

Yesterday was fairly decent. Not much going on, and new agreements were met over the weekend *very happy*. I’ve been rushing, rushing rushing, so I ditched yoga tonight. No way I’d live through it, but I am now the owner of a pretty cool Swiss Army briefcase to look super-nifty in my business meetings. Got more info on those, and another meeting on Tuesday. Gotta call a contact to meet for dinner in this next week, with the rest of the team. Very awesome, though I’m going to have to change the hair colour. Tomorrow I’ll probably stop by the drug store on the way home and pick up the black, add the fuscia in the next couple of days. *sigh* Must slow down!!!!!!

On another note, I’m slowly finding my borders, and one of them is pretty adament. I’ve found I get severely pissed when I find someone trying to put words into my mouth, or different intents behind my words. A conversation last night irked me to this realization. I’ve decided that there is no longer a means for me to be polite about this because stepping back, taking time out and deep breathing is no longer helping me. The only current alternative I can think of is to stand up and walk away. As childish as I normally find this, it’s the only polite alternative I have at the moment. It’s been done way too often for me to be nice about it, any longer. And, I’m not talking just a simple misunderstanding. As most people in visual contact with me know, I actively seek to find out if I’m being clear, and will rephrase and rephrase till the person I’m talking to lets me know that I’m clear. The thing that irritated me most, was the fact that I stated I wasn’t being clear, proceeded to clarify, only to be interrupted with a tangent that went the absolute opposite of where I intended to go. I’m more than happy to recognize the intelligence of my conversational companions, however, that went beyond the threshold and displayed to me that the privilege was not being returned. When that happens, there’s no reason to continue the conversation.