It’s been a week

I am, herein, expressing my opinion from my own perspective of what I did last week .  It is simple but sad all the same.  I have since 2010 been going to breakfast at the Waffle House in my home town, mostly every day.  Now I have seen many come and many go from there.  Some that I use to talk to left for good, their time card was punched and their pink slip received saying their days on earth had come to an end.  I, on the other hand, have grown tired of the early rise in the morning just to go there and socialize with other old people that had to go to work, yet not able to, laugh, and pay a lot just to sit there and criticize each other just for the heck of it.

Well, last week I made the decision not to go all week.  I honored myself with that decision and this morning I went to see what I had been missing and enjoying for a week.  It did not take long for me to see what I had not missed.  luckily, one old friend did come in and we talked a bit, he as I, do not desire the attitudes of some, so we had a great conversation and he went to the gym and I came home.  I may go back on Monday just to say hello to a friend that works there and will be in at 5:45AM.  Then I think I most likely call it quits and cook at home much cheaper and to my taste.  No attitudes, and child play of 70 year old or older.

Last week I slept better, ate better, felt better, and just plain enjoyed myself as much as I could.  I am not at the age that I have to just do the best that I can and hope it goes well with the Boss upstairs.

It’s been a week for a decision, I have now made it.


A friend confronted me today

A friend confronted me today with some comments made by others telling of what I do each morning that I go out to eat.  I have a word for that:

Jealousy generally refers to the thoughts or feelings of insecurity, fear, concern, and envy over relative lack of possessions, status or something of great personal value, particularly in reference to a comparator, a rival, or a competitor.

I told my friend exactly what I did about the tip, and that I did give the server some Slim Jim.  Yes, she did order my food for me, her job I think.  I eat when I get to the facility because of my sugar status.  Sure it was a little before the “6 o’clock girl” came on shift, who thinks anyone there when she is there is hers and only hers.  I got news to spread, I belong to no one.

I almost stopped going there but my friend asked me not to do that, said that she just wanted to tell me what they were saying about me to her.  I would think that if I am 71 years of age that I should know what I am doing and do whatever I so desire to do.  Maybe I am wrong.

A friend confronted me today.