Zip It

I say all the time that I have no self-control. And I've always accepted that as true. Because let's be honest, restraint has never been my strength. 

But I've discovered something. I do have self-control. Amazing, incredible self-control! 

I know this because I've managed to keep the bitchy little thoughts that are in my head from escaping. And that's no easy feat.

Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be watching tv when the person next to you starts a loud phone conversation? And just keeps talking on and on and on...and it isn't so much the fact that they're over there yapping, it's the stuff they're talking about that really drives me nuts. Because believe me, I don't want to hear the stupid little drama - it wears me out.  So I have to try to mentally block it out, and that just makes my head hurt. 

And when I asked for the remote and made a big production of turning up the volume (yeah, I'm not above making such an obvious passive aggressive move) she only starting talking louder! I was SO annoyed.  And I couldn't politely ask her to leave the room because it wouldn't have come out polite at all.  In fact, what I really wanted to say may have made my grandma blush.

Since I was too annoyed to say it nicely, I didn't say anything. I got myself in check and refrained.

So see, somewhere in the depths of my soul I do have the ability to control myself.

Good to know.

Now if I could have the opportunity to channel that for something other than maintaining family relations...