IT’S packing time as I move to my new house. The books have all been sent ahead. I pitied the workers as they lugged the heavy boxes I could barely nudge. But while the books were heavy and took a long time to pack, the pets that I have to transfer as well are the ones giving me much problems.
No problem with Notmy and Dogdog, they are confined. The five others, however, are free to roam. But I can’t bear putting them in pet carriers the whole time while waiting for the workers and the truck, and so now, on the hour I am expecting the workers, the cats are nowhere. Darn!
“You mean you will bring them all including Notmy?” a friend asked. She was lucky I was in a good mood. I would have unfriended her, or... she would have unfriended me. I forgave her. I just said, yes.
That’s the thing about rescuing animals, you don’t rescue them just to leave them again. You bring them with you, wherever you may settle down in.
They are part of you, they are you. Otherwise, you would’ve just left them on the street where they were abandoned anyway. Life’s choices are never easy.
A friend has been going through a rough patch. She’s so bothered, she decided to fly off and find some peace of mind. She found it while basking in the beauty of her surroundings. Except that, she has to come home.
“The problem with traveling far away to find your self is... you come home still with yourself,” I said.
It just doesn’t work that way. Even if you travel far away and live another life, the self is still with you. What has to be addressed is the self. Thus, if the vacation only considered the different environment, the beauty, the views, and is not centered on finding peace with one’s self, then the vacation is just that, a vacation. It’s only good while it lasts.
There are things we can leave behind, there are things we have to bring along. Pets and the self alike.
Which brings me to that self we have that just loves to exploit the bad side of social media.
Imagine waking up to rants. But imagine the state of mind of the person who ranted. True, there are things worth ranting about, but it’s best to keep it to ourselves. That statement of “my wall, my posts” just don’t wing it. Yes, it’s your wall. But for as long as the posts on your wall are not set to “Only me”, then you are disturbing someone else, depending on your privacy settings.
There’s this long-ago colleague who posts nothing but negative thoughts in a group we share. While I have unfollowed all friends who have nothing but negative thoughts to share, I haven’t done the same for co-members in groups, yet. But then, I do have a choice. I simply do not click on the notification about a new post by the long-ago colleague.
I’m past half a century mark as many of my negative friends are. I’m just wondering how their health is faring. As it is, I still have to keep a close watch on my blood pressure, and I have vowed not to get too much involved in any political discourse at that. I wonder...
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