Have already received 2 calls, one from a family member and the other a prior acquaintance (not friend). Both wanting some type of contact to forget the past and mend fences. Given the circumstances with each...what an absolute joke! Last year it was the same ol' crap....two months later....you guessed it...back to the same ol' same ol'.
It's a shame what the holidays can drudge up. Sincerity must be a forgotten soul.
It may not be insincerity, Craig. Maybe they are being inspired by the season to make an effort in good faith.
It's possible.
Don
Always leave the doors open for reconciliation.
I am with Craig 100 percent. My primary rule is never to "burn bridges", but if someone has shown they can not be trusted on a character level then I am finished with them.
the fact that you're on here complaining about it makes me think you may be seeking vindication for your feelings on the subject. No offense intended.
First, no one is above redemption.
Second, don't you have caller ID?
A mistake is one thing, but a "character flaw" is another.
It wasn't me.
I'm consistently insincere.
> Have already received 2 calls, one from a family member and the other a prior acquaintance (not friend). Both wanting some type of contact to forget the past and mend fences. Given the circumstances with each...what an absolute joke! Last year it was the same ol' crap....two months later....you guessed it...back to the same ol' same ol'.
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> It's a shame what the holidays can drudge up. Sincerity must be a forgotten soul.
Craig, I'm having somewhat of the same issue with a family member, and I am going to make contact after Christmas, and see what can be done to clear things up... but that is me.
I think some people get overwhelmed/overtaken by the theory/meaning of the season, and are convinced they can change, when in reality they can't... which in turn becomes "back to the same ol' same ol'.".
I deal in the real, not the false or fake. Actions speak louder than words, and it seems that their actions in the past, have put you in a certain mindset... and possibly rightly so. Each is an individual, and deserves independent decisions as to what is next... Hopefully, things will work out in some manner, but sometimes they don't.
Best of luck, which ever way you decide to go.
Carl
Christmas gift suggestions To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect. Oren Arnold
And when I can't find a nice bottle of respect at the liquor store I settle on Southern Comfort! It ease's the pain of dulling out all the other crap to others.;-)
But seriously Merry X-mas
One man's character flaw is another mans biggest asset.
Consistency being the key? It's like being a perfect a$$, no one's perfect.
🙂
Carl,
"I deal in the real, not the false or fake."
Amen Brother, well said.
Have a happy Holiday season! 🙂
Have already received 2 calls, one from a family member and the other a prior acquaintance (not friend). Both wanting some type of contact to forget the past and mend fences. Given the circumstances with each...what an absolute joke! Last year it was the same ol' crap....two months later....you guessed it...back to the same ol' same ol'.
Ya! I'm with you on this one! How many times does it take? The older I get, 1 time! Life is too short for the bull crap!
Fact is I'm real close to cutting my mil out. The b!tch is crazy! Self centered! Greedy! And plain rude! Considering I mow her grass, feed her pets, come over and repair thing, with out ever asking for a dime in return.
But I'm in the Christmas Joy myself.
Boot them to the curb!
jjp
Jules
I find in situations like yours, to be more rude, obnoxious, and obtuse than the other and when they flip out on you, you explain that "I learned it by watching you!"
While this may not do anything to fix the situation, it does however, give you immense satisfaction in the short run (and most probably an adverse effect with your wife in the long run) but, as I'm fond of saying, Some things have to be said (or done).
Merry Christmas!
you got that right. Life is too short to have to associate with d****bags.
Jules
Kirs,
I'm the one calming my wife down right now! It's got nothing to do about Christmas. It's General Hospital, Day's Of My Life, all of the soaps! Drama is what she gets off on!
Oh! I'm good! Now If I can just keep my wife cool?
And I go to church setting on the same pew with her. Once out the door with that angelic smile, then she starts trashing and plotting about and against all the church people. Just pure evil I'm telling you! 😛
No vindication needed
However…you’ve caused me to take a step back and look at what I posted. Here's a little history. True, no one here can understand what most of us post here with clarity, but I will share with you two instances that created the post and hope this explains the post.
The first is with my brother. He was a bit pissed when I lost my house. Pissed, because my mother lived there and he was asked to help move her out (not by me). After an explosive argument between the two of us (at the house) he resorted to solve a mystery he had only heard from my x wife......how hard was Craig’s head? At 5’-11” and 185 lbs and at 46 (I’m not the biggest/youngest kid on the block). Well, with my brother at 6’-2” 260 lbs (3 years older), he ferried the channel to find out. A 1.5” dia broom handle found its way across my face. After the first strike a slight shove while I positioned myself to move out of the way found my lower three ribs against the brick corner of the house. His discovery was true. I have a rather hard head. I never fell.
The broom handle had broken leaving a “spear like” end. He continued to come at me stabbing. While my wife claimed there were 8-9 strikes at me….all I could remember were 5-6. He was as surprised as I was when my stance fell into my earlier training in martial arts. I blocked all the strikes and stared in utter disbelief this was happening. As I was poised for a strike I realized that was simply not going to happen.....I wouldn’t hit. We both walked away. Some could say I got my ass kicked....but I believe most would say it was pitiful to watch two brothers fighting like that. I would agree with the latter. My wife was on the phone with 911….my grand daughter stared in amazement/fear. When the Police arrived, the story was explained by two witnesses, he asked if I wanted to press charges. His version of what the charges would be was enough to make me sick. I said no. I left Virginia after that and have never returned (except for an occasional project).
He called yesterday after about a year has passed. My wife answered the phone and I told her I was not here. I refuse to call him back. He has always had a history of a very bad temper. One would think that eventually he could quell the outbursts. Apparently not. I don’t need this crap, nor would I think anyone posting on this forum would put up with it either, therefore my title of the post.
Nuff said….maybe this was a vent of sorts….can’t really say I feel any better about the vent….but hopefully some would understand why I posted what I did since there is no time left to delete.
I'll pass on the second instance....it's about false promises for payment...I think we've all been there so no real need to rehash.
No vindication needed
>A 1.5” dia broom handle found its way across my face. After the first strike a slight shove while I positioned myself to move out of the way found my lower three ribs against the brick corner of the house. His discovery was true. I have a rather hard head. I never fell.The broom handle had broken leaving a “spear like” end. He continued to come at me stabbing. While my wife claimed there were 8-9 strikes at me….all I could remember were 5-6.
Dang dude, beat down with a broomstick till it broke over your face, and by your big bro...thats nutz!
I am guessing booze was involved eh...either way though I would be done with that situation permanently or at least till he showed me a certificate of completion for an anger management course.
No vindication needed
I Understand. :love:
