Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
When I was young I heard a story about Buddha that has been a hugh influence in my life over the years. It has helped me survive while living in the ghetto most of my life. The story goes like this:
There once was a man who constantly harassed and insulted the Buddha. The man was continually throwing all sorts of verbal abuse at Buddha but Buddha never seemed fazed by it. When someone finally asked Buddha why he didn’t take offense at the insults he simply replied; if someone gives you a gift and you refuse to accept it to whom does that gift belong?
Now I’m not saying anyone should sit back and let people insult them or bully them repeatedly without any response. A person needs to stand up for theirself every now and then (sorry Buddha) or folks will start taking advantage of your unoffendability. Is that a word?
So I’ve decided I won’t continue to take offense at the neighbor’s tactics. Offense exists not in the insult but in our reaction to it. My own reactions are completely within my own control as are each and everyone else’s. Its unreasonable to expect a bully to be anything but a bully. If I let her behavior get under my skin I have no one else to blame but myself.
When something upsets me I need to talk it out or it sets in my mind festering. Usually there is no one around but me so I turn to my blog. Later when I’ve calmed down, and common sense returns to me, my outlook is different. A few years ago my friend and I were talking about how I rarely let life bring me down for more than a moment or two. She commented how whenever a boulder fell into my path I simply took a path around it. I looked at her and told her those were not boulders, they were direction signs. The bully neighbor is just another direction sign in my path.
So, when I was thinking about bringing the situation up in a council meeting it meant I was accepting a role to play in the neighbor’s game of control. Then I started thinking about how I’m going to be living here for a very long time. I don’t want to spend all the coming years playing that kind of game. I’d rather follow the advice of Buddha and not accept her gift. And now I’m going to get on with the business of fluffing my new nest. I think its time I baked a loaf of bread and done some canning again. Also I should go back to this blog being about frugal living instead of airing frustration.
Umm…. later. I babysit Spanky and Ladybug a few days ago and they were sick. Naturally I caught it and now I’m sick. I’m gonna rest a couple of days.