In response to Daily Prompt: Shape up or Ship Out-Write a letter to the personality trait you like the least, convincing it to shape up or ship out.Be as threatening,theatrical or thoroughly charming as is necessary to get the job done.
You stormed into my life multiple times this month.Your presence made me feel uneasy.Yet, for old friendship’s sake, I let you in. The truth is, the uneasiness continued even after you had left. I had to take corrective measures to feel normal again.
I won’t have noticed the extent of the damage you caused, if it had not been for my bank account status-this month, it has reached a record low.
To take a stock of the situation, I noted down all my expenses for the month. The result was shocking.
I spent too much, way too much, on rectifying the havoc you caused.
My expense list is ,here, for you to see:
My friend, you know me well. You know my financial standing. Nurturing our relationship is becoming a burden for me.
Request you to spend more time with folks who can afford your companionship.
When you do something scary or stressful – bungee jumping,public speaking etc-do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or strangers ? Why ?
The scariest events walk into our life unannounced;at that moment, we do not have enough time to look around and see if we are surrounded by friends or strangers – we just act and do what we think is best.
But, there are some scary events that come with count down timer-we get time to think, prepare,brace ourselves for the dreaded act.
My reaction to these torturous time-bomb-events is very predictable.
The time/days before the event -the waiting period- is the worst. I’m in the panic mode -crabby,snappy.I nag and crib and curse. I plan strategies to tackle the dreaded event. I analyse, at times, invent the risks involved. I go on retail therapy and binge eat in front of the television set. I WANT my friends and family around me. Patient and all ears. NO ADVICE, please.
At the time of the much dreaded, mulled event, suddenly,I want to be left alone. Poof! I want my friends and families to vanish. Their kind, smiling, encouraging faces make me nervous. I can read their mind. I know they are nervous too. I prefer the company of strangers, anonymity.
I feel like a man at the gallows- I want the to get through the dreadful experience as fast as possible.
I feel like a warrior – I am full of confidence.
And when I’m through with the stressful event, I want my family and friends back by my side again. I’m emotional. I want to thank them. I want to hug them.