I have a feeling this is going to be a long post…
M and I have been talking a great deal about energy lately (always) and how to deal with it. I’m not talking about environmental sustainability; I’m talking about the energy you get from others. Now, I’ve long been a believer that you get back the kind of energy you put out. In fact, it’s one reason I started out in street photography when I was 16.
But it’s become increasingly clear that some people are just determined to see the shit in the world. Now, I’m not the overly sensitive type. I’m intuitive, though nowhere in M’s league, but you can’t hurt me unless I like you, and if you try, I promise you I already don’t. As a result, when I meet angry/ugly confrontational people, it only serves to amuse me.
I frown back. Then I giggle.
No problem. Your suspicious nature is not the boss of my mood. Indeed, if you’re amusing enough, you might make my day. Besides, anyone can have a bad patch, and no one should be judged from a single (or a few) interactions. M and I will sit back and watch and let our intuitions guide us. We know most people do the same, even when they aren’t aware of the process.
However, there are some folks whose sour nature just pisses on the world like English rain. They stop in your sunshine not to interact, but to remind you how shitty they think life is. They can’t figure out why everything is shite, presumably because they don’t own a mirror.
Even when you delete all traces of them (as I’ve been doing) it seems to make no difference. Again, I’m not being oversensitive. I know the difference between sadness and wariness, between disappointment and bitterness.
These are just a bitter lot I speak of. So, if you’ve been stopping by and notice the traces of you are gone, it’s me. I’m deleting your ass because I’m sick to shit of your dim view of the world. The world is horrible and glorious. Unfair and perfect. Despicable and wondrous. If you’re too sad, or broken, or fuckwitted to find all the good bits, I hereby invite you to STAY THE FUCK OUT of Maria’s and my life. If you don’t, I will personally escort you to the damn door.
And as I said above, I’m not the sensitive type.
So, that said, here’s how I see the world, as I wander through it with my camera, and how it seems to see me. It ain’t half bad.
So, why this post? Why do I care about bitter comments on our various blogs? Because, I’ve spent the greater part of 50 years clearing my life for this person, and I intend to make it a great place for her. If you don’t have positive (or at least neutral) energy, you won’t be around long. I promise.
Loves you all like grapes with cheese. Seriously.