What a peculiar day ...

I was angry when I got up this morning and throughout the early day, so angry that I had stomach cramps and difficulties drawing a breath. Anger and arguments do that to me. This was only a virtual spat, namely on the forum, but it did hurt. I don't go there to endure a personal attack, having things thrown in my face, which I wrote in honesty and trust, also being patronised and basically told that I am stupid. How conceited must a person be to assume that, without knowing much about the other individual? Anyway, to avoid furher hurt and an explosion on my part, where I only would show myself up and open up to more attacks, I am taking a breather from it, to regain my self control, self worth and confidence. But can I just say: WHAT AN ARSEHOLE!!! I did briefly post that I won't be on until after the holiday. That is 13 days and should be enough. If I am then insulted again, I will draw the consequences, may they be ever so hard, to leave the board completely. It would be a great shame, but the people who want to keep contact with me can email. But let's not close the stable door BEFORE the horse has bolted.

Anyway, I went downtown at lunchtime, trying to look for a swimming costume, in case we do go swimming when I am there. As I was pottering through the supermarket after an unsuccessful ramble through all the clothes and second hand shops (well, they've all got the winter range of clothing now), I bumped into Nicola, an ex-colleague from the home for homeless young people who I was close to then, but we lost contact. Phone numbers changed and she is a traveller as well, so I would never be able to find out where she was living at any given time. We had a good natter, in the middle of an aisle, and she took my phone number, saying let's get together for some dinner when she is off work. Also, she is now employed at Jamaica Street Hostel for the Homeless, a place where I always wanted to work. I asked her if there was any vacancies and apparently they are looking for receptionists and night staff. So I will be straight on the phone on Monday. The good thing about it is, that there are many drug addicts and alcoholics living there, so I can certainly do some awareness work and maybe progress up the ladder too. Keeping everything firmly crossed for that.

Then I stood at the bus stop and the second ex-colleague from the same place walked past. I called her and she was really happy to see me, hugging me and squeezing me. Again, a good conversation and catch up was had and then she left. Funnily enough I found out that she used to have HepC ... contracted it through snorting cocaine. So she understood treatment and its implications.

So now I am back home, smiling and celebrating life once more. Stuff the negative people, welcome all my shiny people. You know who you are! Blessings to you.