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Day 103 ‘Groundhog blog’

Sitting attentively at the dinner table, my friend stares bessechingly into my face. He inhales an enormous amount of oxygen as if preparing for battle, then slumps forward signaling a restless discontent. Taking my cue I respond as always, “what’s up?” Confident in my audience stature, he leans back in the chair and begins. The story unfolds, again, of how aggrieved he is over an incident that happened many (many many many) years ago. The fifth re-telling of this ‘adventure’ is delivered with such passion to my apparently virgin ears, that I feel embarrassed my ‘surprised face’ skills might be showing the strain. Making the sympathetic noises expected of me, his agitated fingers drum roll the table. My attempts at resolution are met with a degree of irritation, as I have interrupted the flow of angst. A solution is never the goal, it’s just the chance to vent the poison from old wounds. With declining energy levels on my part, I employ my skills of misdirection and distraction but I am failing!
Torn between my own sanity and not crushing my tormentor with the brutal truth, I nod my head earnestly in perceived empathy whilst I imagine drowning him in the kitchen sink. 🙂 I’m not a bad person, not really. But this not uncommon occurrence in my life has got me thinking. This groundhog experience happens enough that it sparks a blog entry, so I want to know if this happens to you? Do you find yourself a receptacle to the same story over and over and over? And if so, how do you handle it?

Day 103 ‘Groundhog blog’

Sitting attentively at the dinner table, my friend stares beseechingly into my face. He inhales an enormous amount of oxygen as if preparing for battle, then slumps forward signaling a restless discontent. Taking my cue I respond as always, “what’s up?” Confident in my audience stature, he leans back in the chair and begins. The story unfolds, again, of how aggrieved he is over an incident that happened many (many many many) years ago. The fifth re-telling of this ‘adventure’ is delivered with such passion to my apparently virgin ears, that I feel embarrassed my ‘surprised face’ skills might be showing the strain. Making the sympathetic noises expected of me, his agitated fingers drum roll the table. My attempts at resolution are met with a degree of irritation, as I have interrupted the flow of angst. A solution is never the goal, it’s just the chance to vent the poison from old wounds. With declining energy levels on my part, I employ my skills of misdirection and distraction but I am failing!
Torn between my own sanity and not crushing my tormentor with the brutal truth, I nod my head earnestly in perceived empathy whilst I imagine drowning him in the kitchen sink. 🙂 I’m not a bad person, not really. But this not uncommon occurrence in my life has got me thinking. This groundhog experience happens enough that it sparks a blog entry, so I want to know if this happens to you? Do you find yourself a receptacle to the same story over and over and over? And if so, how do you handle it?

Until tomorrow!
Thank you for listening.
Stevie. x