Resuscitation

I'm still struggling with the stuff in my previous post "Ventilation". So, in an effort to breathe some new air after last night's meeting mess... I got out of the box.

I went downtown and walked around. I brought the digital camera to practice photographing in a public place. I got some nice shots and will show them off in a couple days. I needed to do something out of my comfort zone... and that was. Just a bit. But it helped - a bit.

I know more about that event and how to do it than the majority of the men who were at the meeting. And most of them were completely dismissive of anything I was saying. I'm at a complete and utter loss to understand such disrespect as I experience with this group of men.

But more so... I am flabbergasted by my own need to have their respect. How spracked up is that.

In a couple hours I'll be sitting with my partner and two friends... who do listen. I'm not worried about monopolizing the conversation with my pissing and moaning. Me? Talk? rarely.

Which is another reason I find last night's lack of listening to me so astonishing. It's no secret I am on the quiet side. I don't talk much, so why not shut up and experience the rare event of Jeffrey speaking. Cuz frankly, when I'm interrupted as much as last night... the Jeffrey speaking grows more rare.