Poisoning the neighbors, FOPC and Christmas time
Over the past several months, since these people (a couple) moved downstairs from who knows maybe Mars, ok fine, Santa Cruz it looks like, I have had a tough time trying to get to sleep with all of their racket. Granted, I get up at the buzz crack of dawn to start my day, so for most people that is awfully early. When my old neighbor was here, she never was around, always traveling, but when she was home, I tried to be very quiet. With these folks, the war was on. They kept me up into the wee hours of the night with their loud you know what, and so I maybe decided it was my turn to cause a ruckus.... dumb idea. There was a rocket launch last week, Orion, and it was scheduled for 4am Pacific time, so on both days (first was delayed due to wind valve issue and such) I got up early and may or may not have been rowdy and excited for this launch... clapping, a whoop or two. Okay, okay, not cool since those guys probably don't get up till what 9am?
Anyhow, I got the payback. Oh yes, I did. It came right as I was trying to fall asleep. They were loudly talking, laughing, yelling, and being incredibly obnoxious. The anger in me flared up like a fire in a forest, swift and deadly. I wanted to let them have it, so I pretended to talk on the phone and chatter about some boy I liked, and how I wasn't feeling well, whatever. Truth be told, I was sick last night, that wasn't a lie lol. It didn't work, they weren't paying attention and got louder. I was planning to march down there and give them a piece of my mind, when it hit me. That is exactly what they want. They want me to get all worked up about this and then they will be satisfied. I jammed some headphones in my ears and toughed it out! The next morning, I had some left over cookies in my fridge and some chocolates. I took some and put them in a gift bag and wrote a note and ended with "Happy Holidays!" and left it on their door. Even Scrooge would be impressed with this handiwork. Well, I thought it was genius, rather than get mad at them, I praised them and showed kindness. It may not work, or help, but the amusement of my idea is staying with me even now and my anger has dissipated.
FOPC church is such a home for me. It's crazy how much I want to just move on with my life and find another change and job and community, but for some reason God wants me to stay here. He has a plan somehow, he must know maybe I am not done, or that there is work left to do. I am not sure. Today's message filled my heart about bringing joy to others and how this morning's gesture I felt good about, even if it was a tad random and probably not well received. I went to a Christmas concert at the church the other night and listened to Elizabeth Hunnicut sing with the choir, orchestra and drama team and it warmed my soul that we could gather together to worship God.
Christmas seems to be that time that everyone seems to feel comfortable to show up to rejoice in Him, but at the same time, it's the baby Jesus as my pastor says. He isn't judging, he's open armed and protective, sweet, and loving, and society accepts this Jesus as he showed us. Christmas time is a great season, with all of the lights, and friends, too many good foods, laughter, and cozy fireplaces, to ice skaters on the rink, to hot cocoa and marshmallows. It's special, but with FOPC I feel like home. I suppose it doesn't have to be Christmas hurry, or worry and I don't have to be running around so much, if I try. Maybe this is the area where I can spending sharing all the good that's come forth and the bad that I have learned from. Who knows, it could be tis the season that I feel the way I do. Don't worry I didn't poison the neighbors, but I did think bout it. I bought Elizabeth's cd and calmed my heartbeat as I drove back to my complex and figured well, I can finish out 2014 angry or sad, or I can smile my way onto 2015, being festive and joyous at Christmas time and maybe just maybe eventually all the time.
Anyhow, I got the payback. Oh yes, I did. It came right as I was trying to fall asleep. They were loudly talking, laughing, yelling, and being incredibly obnoxious. The anger in me flared up like a fire in a forest, swift and deadly. I wanted to let them have it, so I pretended to talk on the phone and chatter about some boy I liked, and how I wasn't feeling well, whatever. Truth be told, I was sick last night, that wasn't a lie lol. It didn't work, they weren't paying attention and got louder. I was planning to march down there and give them a piece of my mind, when it hit me. That is exactly what they want. They want me to get all worked up about this and then they will be satisfied. I jammed some headphones in my ears and toughed it out! The next morning, I had some left over cookies in my fridge and some chocolates. I took some and put them in a gift bag and wrote a note and ended with "Happy Holidays!" and left it on their door. Even Scrooge would be impressed with this handiwork. Well, I thought it was genius, rather than get mad at them, I praised them and showed kindness. It may not work, or help, but the amusement of my idea is staying with me even now and my anger has dissipated.
FOPC church is such a home for me. It's crazy how much I want to just move on with my life and find another change and job and community, but for some reason God wants me to stay here. He has a plan somehow, he must know maybe I am not done, or that there is work left to do. I am not sure. Today's message filled my heart about bringing joy to others and how this morning's gesture I felt good about, even if it was a tad random and probably not well received. I went to a Christmas concert at the church the other night and listened to Elizabeth Hunnicut sing with the choir, orchestra and drama team and it warmed my soul that we could gather together to worship God.
Christmas seems to be that time that everyone seems to feel comfortable to show up to rejoice in Him, but at the same time, it's the baby Jesus as my pastor says. He isn't judging, he's open armed and protective, sweet, and loving, and society accepts this Jesus as he showed us. Christmas time is a great season, with all of the lights, and friends, too many good foods, laughter, and cozy fireplaces, to ice skaters on the rink, to hot cocoa and marshmallows. It's special, but with FOPC I feel like home. I suppose it doesn't have to be Christmas hurry, or worry and I don't have to be running around so much, if I try. Maybe this is the area where I can spending sharing all the good that's come forth and the bad that I have learned from. Who knows, it could be tis the season that I feel the way I do. Don't worry I didn't poison the neighbors, but I did think bout it. I bought Elizabeth's cd and calmed my heartbeat as I drove back to my complex and figured well, I can finish out 2014 angry or sad, or I can smile my way onto 2015, being festive and joyous at Christmas time and maybe just maybe eventually all the time.
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