Sweet Catastrophe

I had my feelings hurt yesterday and it’s really bugging me. At work, these people don’t know me. There are maybe two people there who have an idea of what I am outside of work. So to them, all they see is a really sweet southern girl. Apparently that automatically means I’m also simple-minded, because I happen to be easily amused and enjoy laughing… Really though? Ouch. Truth is, I avoid intelligent conversations at work because every time I’ve attempted one, I run into that all-too familiar situation of talking to a brick wall. The same things are said over and over with no progress in the conversation. How stimulating…and no, I’m not saying everyone I work with is dumb or anything like that; if that were the case I’d be doing the same thing they’ve done to me. It just so happens that all the people I work closely with are just really different from me. So thanks to those of you who think I’m simple-minded and felt the need to joke about it yesterday. Wanna compare SAT scores? I swear every time I start climbing up to be happy with my life, something smacks me down. Now I’ll be paranoid and self-conscious at work, and I really don’t like that.

And really, maybe it was just a joke, but it’s not the first reference in Lowe’s to me being a dumb little southern girl, so it just struck a chord this time. I have a very fragile self-image. I don’t know what kind of insults hurt worse–those founded in truth, or those you know are completely wrong. Either way I appreciate the blow to the ego.