We Hear What We Want To Hear!

Isn't it funny how we can have a full blown conversation with someone and walk away from it hearing something totally different than the other person? This happens to me frequently. I'm trying to really listen to what the people are saying, but the meaning of the conversation is what I come away with. And to make matters worse, the meaning that I got may not be what they meant or really what they said at all. It was what I perceived. Yikes. I'm really preoccupied with watching that person's body language, facial expressions, and if inflections in their voices. They may say one thing, but I don't believe them because everything else is telling me something different.

So now I've decided to just take everything at face value. If you tell me that you're alright, then I'm going to believe you and back off. If you tell me that you don't need any help or don't want dinner that night, I won't do anything. So be careful. Because I'm tired of trying to read people's minds. When you say something, mean it! Don' try to be brave, tough, or macho. If you need help, say so. If you want to be alone, say so. Don't be something that you're not, and don't say things that you don't really mean. They should teach that in church because Mormon's are the worst at this. Especially the women.

A woman could have literally just had a baby and have 3 little kids at home and a husband that works crazy hours, and you could ask her if she would like some dinner, and she would say no. Even though you know that she desperately needs that meal and a million other things too. Why do we do that? Is it a sign of weakness. Like we can't take care of our own responsiblities or something? Or is it because we are so used to serving others that we don't want to be served ourselves? Rubbish. That's what I think.

We need to be served once in awhile. And for those of us with husbands that don't understand that, we need our friends to be there for us. To say ,"Too Bad", and break down our door and bring us dinner's, take our children for the afternoon, and maybe do a load of laundry or two. Let those sweet people into your disgusting house and let them see you in your nursing top and filthy pajamas and let them lift the stress off of you for just a little while. Believe me you can get back to reality soon enough.