People Confuse Me

I was down to 76 hits on my blog yesterday. I say that like its trivial. I remember talking to Mrs. Fulbright a couple years ago and being so excited that I hit 2000 hits in a year. Sometimes I hit that in a week now. She was very encouraging even though 2000 hits in a year was like not even writing.

Some of my writing isn't for the general public but I am still proud of it. I don't ever expect to make any money off of it. I had google addwords or something like that for a while and I earned five dollars and some change but they never sent it to me because you have to get to $100 before they pay you. That was never really my purpose for writing; I do it to stay sane. Some of you may argue that I missed the boat on that one but I assure you that I am far better off now than before I started writing. Just ask the shadow about that.

People confuse me; some people working at the same place, a couple hundred yards from each other can have such different ways of interacting with others.

One person where I used to work was encouraging even when I told her that I got published and that I spent money on a book that I was published in and it was from poetry.com. That place is a scam. My poem was even the first one in the book. It was obvious that it was added to the book before they bound it. The rest of the book was ready for publication and they added my poem when I ordered the $50 book. She was encouraging and she didn’t rub it in my face. She just smiled and nodded her head and showed genuine interest.

Another person at the same place will take anything that you say and tear it apart to prove your wrong. I don’t understand it. Why are there such differences in people? How can people in such close proximity to each other have such an intensely different way of treating people?

I finally had to move on, it wasn’t just one person, it was several, four really. The thing is that the four people were good people, well three of them were, but they were just so hung up on being right that you couldn’t have a regular conversation with them. The one that made working there really bad was one guy that worked days. He came back at night a lot after he’d been drinking and caused trouble. I never said anything because of his last name but it made for an unpleasant life so I moved on.

So now most of you know the real reason that I quit my job. That wasn’t the reason that I wrote this. I’m actually surprised that I wrote it but I don’t have any reason not to anymore. I haven’t named any names, well except for the person that encouraged me through thick and thin.

I really think that if I had one wish that I would wish that everyone would give up their beliefs and exchange them for ideas. Ideas are so much easier to deal with. People seldom hurt each other over an idea, but they sure as heck hurt each other over beliefs.