I’m Tired—I Guess

I’m tired—I guess.  I thought that I was doing fine, but I have been informed that I’m not.  Several people over the course of a couple of days have felt obligated to tell me that I look tired, or bad.  I really thought that I was ok.  One precious saint decided to chide me about my weight.  She asked why I was gaining weight & while she was pretending to be shoveling food into her mouth said that it must be too much of that. 

Thanks, Sis.  I didn’t realize that my weight was creeping back up — I’ll take care of that.   


I really must look worse than I thought. 

I really must quit eating & being awake. 

I guess my Mama was the only one that taught, “If you don’t have something nice to say–don’t say anything at all.”

PS.  If I look bad in the future–don’t feel obligated to tell me.  I already know…someone has already told me.


5 thoughts on “I’m Tired—I Guess

  1. The last two times a certain air conditioning repairman was out here, he asked me if I had been sick. He said I looked awful. I felt fine each time and looked in the mirror to see if I could see what he saw. I just looked the way I always do. I really don’t think he ment the other definitions of “awful”, such as “inspiring awe” or “exceedingly great”.

    I’ve considered giving him the book “How to Win Friends and Influence People”. Maybe some people you know could use it as well.

  2. I have a few people that feel the need to tell me when I don’t look good either. One of which happens to be my boss. The last time he made a comment about my looks, I simply looked at him and politely remarked, “If you had to work with you everyday, you probably wouldn’t look to spunky either.”

    He doesn’t tell me what he thinks about my appearance anymore.

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