Showing posts with label rejection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rejection. Show all posts

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Tum te tum




Here is where I am at. I have finished these recently, and as I am very poor at blocking things these are pre pictures. They will next be appearing at Christmas I think.
Tonight I might go to a knitting group I have found in the nearby city. I have never been to a knitting group before, and I am not sure whether it will be a good thing or not. Guess I may only find out if I venture down, I suppose my worst case is sitting in the corner, or right in the thoroughfare of this cafe and no body saying anything to me. I know I'll be able to say hello and introduce myself, but I also know the cold chill when I've been to mum and tot groups, introduced myself and then been cold shouldered for the rest of a very long play session. *sigh*.
I suppose there will be nothing lost however as I don't know anyone at all in this group and so if I walk out and never come back I haven't lost anyone.


Friday, 29 May 2009

Good to talk

SO a couple of days ago my sister blew me off, and there has been radio silence since.

She canceled me at very short notice so that she could go to lunch with our parents, they had rung between our arrangements being made and before I arrived at her house.

I am slightly less pissed off that they chose her for lunch and not me, than her deciding on balance that she would rather go out with them, despite seeing them virtually every week, rather than me, as we are 'lucky' to catch up once or twice a month.

We all live within a half hours drive of each other.

Shall I infer that I am just such a rubbish person that they all don't want to know me?

Or what.

Prior to this the family relationships have been harmonious if somewhat relaxed. We don't meet up for coffee, she often says she will ring to arrange, but never does. I try and make arrangements, pop in now and then but it is somewhat one sided.

I recognise fury, rejection, sadness, disappointment. I wanted an explanation, of what exactly she was thinking, but I probably really need her to understand how I feel about this, and that the way she behaves has an impact. Being a responsible adult I own up to the fact that I choose how I deal with this. Perhaps the light is dawning that I need to made some efforts at damage limitation, but how is it possible to insure yourself against being shit on by your 'nearest and dearest'.