I remember the good old days of yesteryear. Yes literally last year. When I was still as sick as a dog, or at least I thought I was. It was really great because I could feel sorry for myself all the time, and not have to take responsibility for anything, least of all for my attitude. I had it worse than anyone and as such everyone took such good care of me and had such patience for me. Everyone was always sympathetic and understanding and regularly checked in to see how I was doing. Everyone felt as compassionate for me as I felt sorry for myself. Poor Peter!!
Unfortunately those good times are gone. I think I made a mistake in trying to get my health back in order. The harder I work at it the less attention I get, and even worse than that there are poeple out there that purposely do things to put me in my place.
Case in point today at the pool. This lady I've never even met had to point out in a very graphic way how good I have it. Here's the story.
I'm swimming away and as I splash up and down the lane I am always on the lookout for who's walking onto the pool deck, with the hope that no one is going to try to get in my lane with me. You can usually tell by the way they are dressed whether they are coming to swim laps or if they are just passing through on the way to the hot tub or sauna. Of course if they're carrying a pair of goggles then that's a dead giveaway. Anyway, I had a lane to myself for some time when this younger looking woman started out on the deck. I noticed that she had some kind of fabric wrap around one knee so I was pretty sure she wasn't getting in the pool at all. Much to my surprise and dismay though, she stopped at the end of the pool and started to remove the wrap. Bummer I thought, but I could at least hope that she would choose a different lane, and in an effort to help her with that decision I made sure to swim agressively. As I closed to the end of the pool and within reach of my limited eyesight I got a surprise. She was not removing the wrap at all but rather she was removing her leg!! She stood her leg by the wall. It could stand by itself as it had it's own tennis shoe. She then hopped on over to the lane next to me, jumped in, and proceeded to swam laps about twice as fast as me.
I'm pretty sure this lady showed up at the pool and went through that whole exercise just for my benefit. Just to snub my ongoing attempts to feel sorry for myself. Shame on her for being so inconsiderate eh? I want the good old days back. Life was so much simpler.
I wish to dedicate day 223 to this very same lady. How do some people do it?
“Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory."---Franklin Pierce Adams
“In every age 'the good old days' were a myth. No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived through them."--- Brooks Atkinson
love
peter
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You're definitely not alone. Too bad you're not trying to get better at it, I could teach you some shit. But seriously, I think I'm in the same boat as you, I've come a long ways but still have a ways to go. I think the most helpful thing for me has been finding other people who took off their masks, and seeing how much happier they were.
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