Friday, February 14, 2014
In my younger days, I was all about drama. Friends, boyfriends, lack thereof, family stuff--it all made me crazy and I wore my emotions on my sleeve. Now, not so much. Especially since the kids are gone and there isn't really anything going on around here--we are not into drama. Not even on TV.
I don't care about who said what, or how this or that went down. I don't have time or energy for emoting about silly stuff, and certainly not about gossip or pettiness. Nope. Oh, I'll listen with a sympathetic ear about your woes, but don't be bringing me no troubles on my doorstep with your problems. Your problem is just that--your problem. I'll have to cut you off quick if you start getting me involved.
It was a slow morning at work the other day and I was telling Pat just this. Of course there was a story that went along with it....and she listened as she worked. Periodically she'd ask a question or give me a "uh huh" just to let me know that she was alive as I was yackin'.
And after I finally wrapped it up, she looked over at me, straight in the eye and said:
"Lin, your give-a-damn is busted. And that ain't a bad thing."
Just like that. To the point. Hit the nail on the head. Couldn't have summed it up any better.
That Pat is a pearl, I tell you.