The Wilful Sunflower

I hate confrontations. I would rather ignore the phone, run in the opposite direction, and go into hiding than have to confront someone.

Probably would make a good ostrich, except that I don’t have the long neck. Oh, nor the beak and wings. (Feathers are not a problem – I could always glue feathers all over my body!) I’ve got this tendency to stick my head in the sand and pretend that everything’s OK. How many times have I back-pedalled like crazy when a person disagreed with me?

Me: Don’t you think it was wrong of him to say that?
YY: I think he’s right.
Me: Well, in a way I suppose he is, if you look at it from this angle…

Or:

Me: The music was so loud! I’m nearly deaf!
XX: Really? I found it all right.
Me: I guess it’s just me. You know me, I prefer soft, slow music…

I’m such a wimp, LOL. I hate it when people disagree with me, so I pretend that there’s no disagreement. How sad is that?

And when things get too overwhelming, I react by running away. Not literally, but running away in my mind: suppressing, repressing, and determinedly ignoring the whole issue for as long as I think I can get away with it. I need to stop running away. When I run away and attempt to shut out reality, I end up shutting God out too, coz He’s part of my reality. That is SO stupid!!!! I can be so dumb sometimes. *sigh*

I really must learn to say no to people, too. Last week I attended a meeting about a new MLM (multi-level marketing, or direct selling) company, when I’m deeply sceptical towards MLM; my friend’s dad (read the background here) called me up, bulldozed me, and I neglected to tell him I wasn’t interested in his proposition; someone called me out for dinner, and I didn’t really want to go, but didn’t know how to get out of it. Ugh.