Attended a function last night and while I was saying my goodbyes, an acquaintance, turned his head and didn’t look at me when I said bye to him, using his name. Hmmm. Obviously, I’m still toiling in that cuz I’m writing about that now.
One of the good things about being a writer is that I can take that moment and this rejected feeling, from someone I respect, and use it for another theme, character, or plot. I questioned what could I have done wrong as we had spoken kindly to each other at the beginning of the evening.
Three sides: 1) Hurt; 2) Mad; 3) Apathy. Range of emotions to use and learn from. A lesson.
On a side note, one of my fave quotes from a show, “You always pretend to create and observe, when you really detach from being alive.” “Perhaps, that’s because I’m the one to survive.” maybe it’s a coping mechanism that has allowed me to take this situation from last night and flip into artist mode by observing those feelings I felt and to separate myself from those emotions.
But I digress. Why should I even care at all? I was going to say, “Wasted energy spent on floundering in one’s opinion of you. Not worth it.” Instead, I’ll swim in it. Not drown. Learn. And grow.