tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579291.post5230302234674027870..comments2007-11-19T22:05:38.586-08:00CMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09732492197554116317noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579291.post-18143326691282015262007-11-19T22:05:00.000-08:002007-11-19T22:05:00.000-08:00

Thanks for the insight, Jewels. I had another thought along these lines...If you have to try so hard to keep a random street bum from disturbing your peace, how much harder is it to keep someone you see every day, and love and care about from disturbing your peace? But it is still just as important, if not more important to be real yet not to overeact to things our loved ones say or do.

CMChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09732492197554116317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579291.post-91477940479323181092007-11-19T08:46:00.000-08:002007-11-19T08:46:00.000-08:00

Bozeman has left me feeling the same way. People want to be rude and act as though you are their problem, when really they must be incredibly unhappy and insecure in order to have convinced themselves that they are somehow better than I am. My friend in Billings is always angry when she goes out into public because people tend to say nasty things or scowl at her, but I had to laugh about it

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