Monday, February 14, 2011

Perceptions

Isn't it interesting how two people can witness the same accident and have two entirely different stories. Many different factors both conscious and unconscious play into how each of us perceive the world around us. Two recent examples:

First - As many of you know, I haven't been overly enjoying my work environment lately. My unhappiness bled into discontent with my non-work self. An old friend came into town a couple of weeks ago. She had a medical conference nearby, and decided to spend a couple of days on the beach before heading back somewhere cold. She regaled me each evening when I got home with her great relaxing sun filled days. She walked on the beach, laid by the pool, read on the day bed - some days she didn't even have to leave my building. It sounded so good that I even left work early a few days to get in on the fun. It only took a limited amount of time, and the presence of a friend to change my perception. I was able to let my happiness at living outside of work color a better attitude for work.

Second - Valentine's day. It is not my favorite holiday. I perceive it as a day where smug couples point their fingers and laugh at those of us who are single. I recognize that my perception is influenced by my being not part of a couple, and less about the actual holiday. I don't think I personally have anything against St. Valentine, but will admit that I have said some unflattering things about him today. I have many friends who love Valentine's day. They spend weeks planning, they decorate, they buy gifts, etc. etc. These friends are all part of a couple. I am sure that also greatly affects their weird affinity to a Saint - particularly since most are not Catholic.

One only needs to look at my text from today to see both sides of this coin. My coupled friends and family have all texted me wishing me a Happy Valentine's day. Many of my single friends have also texted, but we will just say it wasn't to wish me a Happy Valentine's day. Bitter - party of one

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