I have a temper. And a critical spirit. It’s always been a struggle. I think I’ve become more in control of it over the years and a little more able to contain it…hopefully. Off topic, my senior English teacher never allowed us to end a sentence with the word “hopefully.” He said it wasn’t correct grammar. I don’t recall what he said was the correct way to express that thought, though. I just think of it every time I do it and think he’s probably rolling over in his grave, that’s how perfect he was with us. Back on topic, the other night I decided to take a break from my studies and do a post. Last post a year and a half ago – what!!? No memory of what that topic was going to be.
When I logged on, there were ads all over the page making it impossible to post. There were no little “Xs” in the right upper corner to escape them. Only the ability to go to that site. I tried and tried for a while to figure it out, getting more annoyed as I went along. Should have just stopped there and gotten back to my assignment. Nope. My temper reared up and I fired off a message onto the forum. Next day I receive a message back from a man. Long story short, he couldn’t see the ads. I checked the page and they were gone (gulp). Maybe it was some sort of bug?? Who knows, but here I am able to post. No ads in sight. He also pointed out my theme as being three years expired and which disallows any updates and maybe that could have been the issue. He provided me a few links to look into it while reminding me this IS a free page (gulp).
There’s my fire-y little personality…getting me into trouble again. Open mouth-insert foot. Try not to break teeth in the process but sometimes you deserve a broken tooth! I’m quit sure that man has no memory of his interaction with me at this point. Just another mean customer. But one that should have kept her fast fingers to herself and taken a breath before ranting. BUT, on the very off chance he ever checks back in here to see if ads appear or if I’ve upgraded from the free page-I apologize. I did on my thank-you message back to him. But here it is in a (sore of) public domain. Confession is important.
Moral of the story: stop, take a breath, step back, and evaluate if the issue is REALLY that important that you have to be mean and lash out. Remember where you came from (as my mom always said to me on the way out the door) and hopefully that was a decent place with manners and respect taught. Practice that respect-even when you fail miserably too often. Get back up, start new on the new day (or moment) you’ve been graciously granted by a loving, always patient Father. And get a grip on yourself. You’re not the center of the Universe. As the saying goes, “first world problems.”