I've been feeling quite down and sorry for myself. My church is being demanding and I am acting like a piteous 14 year old; quite intolerable and disrespectful to boot. So, I threw a right fit today and did not report for work as I had promised. I spent the day sleeping too late, eating too much and drinking coffee which is quite forbidden. In my moping about, it felt as if I have been working far too hard and everyone is being mean to me.
Feeling bored, I was looking for something to do. Not even "Star Wars" interested me. I was going to watch "A Room With A View" but could not find it and finally started perusing my own work. I must admit that reading your own work is stooping awfully low.
I started reading "Katia In Afghanistan", and was soon reminiscing and laughing, finding that I really like the nut that wrote it, and realized that I most certainly miss being in that state of mind.
Perhaps it is time for further adventures from Katia? Perhaps she and her faeries could put something right on another world, or they could fend off yet another attack by ugly and ruthless aliens?
What say you?
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All I can say is that when I
All I can say is that when I saw the header of "Intolerably Conceited", my first thought was "Okay, who is talking about me AGAIN?"
I'll get a life when it's proven and substantiated to be better than what I'm currently experiencing.
Maybe
You should stick with God and forget about religion :)
Just do good deeds and be and all around good person and don't sweat the dogma.
Sorry honey. This is what
Sorry honey. This is what I've come to expect from them. *hugs*
Loved the story Gwen.
If adding more to 'Katia in Afghanistan' serves to bring you some elation then by all means have a go.
Skype yer soon.
xxx
Bevs.
Thanks.
Your picci reminds me of Wagner's "Ride of the Valkries". :)
Never Go Back
I must admit that reading your own work is stooping awfully low.
I disagree completely. It can be both instructive and encouraging. I still read 'Sylvia' every time I need to remind myself just how good I'm capable of becoming if I develop a little more drive and determination.
But I'd advise you to think carefully before re-treading old ground. "Never go back," my English teacher 'Black' Harry Spence once told me. (He wasn't black, by the way.) It was counsel I'd have done well to heed.