Perceived Judgement

As a tolerant woman who has seen “it all” I can undoubtedly guess what is on any persons mind. I didn’t say I guess correctly.  The problem I have is my own wild mind.  I often times forget that when I am formulating my theories on why people act a certain way, I am GUESSING.   When I forget that I am just guessing, I essentially replace REALITY with my GUESSES and they are seldom mild on  the spectrum of possibilities.

For example,  if I wonder why a sales clerk is behaving in a cranky way,  I might jump to the assumption that she doesn’t like me.  I then might compute the reasons she doesn’t think I am amazing.

I would utter to myself.  “Is it because she saw me sniff my armpit? I need to be more discreet.” or I would re-cap all of the interactions with the sales clerk trying to figure out why I am the target of her grumpy daggers.

This is an extremely selfish point of view!  I am the center of MY world, but not the cashier’s world too.  How absurd is it that I am jumping to conclusions about the motives for other people and how they relate to ME and MY world, which all about me.

That is a wake up call people.

How selfish is it to GUESS what is going on in someone else’s head?  If they know your guessing, should they just ease your wretched worry by explaining?

How conceited must I be to continue pretending like someone else’s odd or uncharacteristic behavior is something I caused?

How cruel is it to GUESS about another persons reasons, then to consider you home-made hypothesis to be the truth?

 

Is it wrong to assume things if your gut instinct tells you the whole truth is not available?

Blog: A Stupid Word

Ok. I have this thing about words.  I like words whose sound when spoken aloud seem to fit the thing or concept they describe.

For example.  The word Baby is perfect.  It sounds like a chubby, squishy, cute-little- boo type of a word. Another perfect word like this is the word burp.  A burp IS what it sounds like, precisely.

Since I am a genuine word- nerd, this dork-babble would be incomplete without the evidence to support my point and the proper opposition is Called for also.

You know how I feel about magnificent words whose sound when pronounced matches the item or concept for which it aims to describe.  On the contrary, certain words have a completely unmatched phonetic sound in relation to itself. An example of this abomination is the word CUSTARD. It makes me cringe, that word.  First, we have the item, which is a fluffy, creamy, incredible desert that could save lives in my world, and we named it custard?  So many kinds of bad. I imagine the dried up shards of MUSTARD when I hear the word custard.  My husband wisely pointed out the wombo (It means word combo)  of Custard has two sounds that could be the wombo for CUSS and TURD. Not yummy things to associate with desert!  I bet this linguistic phenomenon has a name.  I will personally take you on a lunch date if you find this word and teach it to me in the comments.

My point has gone astray, I simply wanted to say that the word “BLOG” makes me feel stupid and embarrassed every time I say it.  Couldn’t it have been named something cooler and less barfy?  It is actually the sound people make when vomiting.  Think about it.  BlooooGggg .