My mean streak is over. Too soon.
The other day two girls in a row were all smiley at me. And I actually smiled back! And while I was looking down to see if I had something on me, my teacher Brother Stowell was walking by and said "Hi Lilia." Weirdo I am.
Yesterday on my cold walk down from the Ricks to the Hart I saw a guy trying to get up the hill in his wheelchair. Well wouldn't you know, I asked if I could help him. I don't know what's happening. Then this guy started talking to me about snowboarding while were we walking down some stairs and then I talked to this girl that works in the locker room that misses me because I'm being fat now and then I talked to my visiting teaching companion and told her I'd miss her because she's moving out. All before I could stop to wait for Tom to change after his workout. Psh.
I did learn some things while in my mean stage. It's all about pride. I knocked shoulders with people not because I was humble and willing to move for them, but because of my pride. Thinking they should really move for me because I'm Lilia Barrett. "Do you know who I am?" I am short with people because I don't want to give them my time of day. Because I think I'm too good to talk to weirdos like them. When in fact I am a weirdo too. We all have problems. And like I learned from the lesson on a recent Sunday, being nice to people will help them change for better more than telling them they have problems will help them change. I'm so proud. But that can change. It's all so strange to watch the change...
Frozen cranberry sorbet. Mixed again. Then frozen again.
Mmm that looks good.
And I'm not totally nice now just because I'm not feeling too mean. I'm still mean. ;)
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