Loud Cars and Other Resentments
One of my neighbors has a loud car. An on-purposely loud muffler. That’s an oxymoron for sure. I get irritated at his revving at each going and coming. I lay in bed at 11:30 thinking, “Turn it off you stupid, f—-r.” I assuage my resentment with the belief that his penis must be teeny-tiny, that’s he’s compensating. Then I remind myself that he has no idea I feel this resentment, irritation, and anger. It’s all “theatre in my head.”
A friend told me yesterday that when she does this kind of internal rant, she reminds herself that the irritant is her higher power (or maybe she said it was a reminder from her higher power…). If she can let go of the resentment, the person who bugs her always goes away or stops doing the irritating thing.
I know this to be true. I’ve done it in the past. I have a good story for proof. It’s just that it takes me claiming full ownership of the creation. It seems I’m just now willing to do that yet..