Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I just know I am right. I am sure of it.
You ever have these conversations in your head where you argue with someone (significant or not) and you get your points across with tack and diplomacy?
Where you are calm and cool under pressure and you are able to stay focused on the point at hand?
Where you have used your "listening" tools beautifully and can express your [insert emotion here] with grace and perhaps a touch of dramatic flair for emphasis?
Where you know you are the injured party, have the right be be annoyed, pissed, hurt and yet you disarm the argument with skill and mutual respect?
You see, this happens in my head, all the time.
I am wonderfully fair, never use foul language and never resort to name calling and "so there"s.
In my head, I am right and can present myself beautifully.
In my head, I am quick to respond and can even soften the tone of the argument with a wee bit of cajoling and expertly placed humour.
But... something happens when I open my mouth. It all falls out. In a mess. All jumbled up and there I stand with my face all screwed up in a not so flattering pout tinged with some pretty ugly scowling and puffy eyes to boot.
I know I am right... but somehow it comes out all wrong.
I need chocolate.