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Day 36. I am thankful for patience. That's not something I have a lot of but I'm trying. I wear glasses. Most people don't know that. I have like this dead spot in my left eye where I can't see and I have something called diabetic retinopathy. basically means that my retina are deteriorating thus changing my vision sporadically and randomly. Kind of sucks. But the glasses help I just put them on and ride it out until Vision returns to normal. I just don't like the chaos of it. I don't like confrontation. I don't like not having control. I've recently learned that a good friend of mine hasn't been as good of a friend as I thought. And today someone broke my heart in a very Petty small way. A million other things went wrong today but I was dead set on confronting both of these people with how I felt. I was taking time to gather my thoughts and dreading the confrontation so I decided to delay the phone calls until after I cleaned out my aquarium. There's a lot of fish shit. So I thought sorting through that was an appropriate metaphor. The sharks are curious but oftentimes skittish. The snails are ambivalent. The two foot long pleco fish named Junior is antisocial. he likes to be left to himself, he digs, and puts up with whatever is around him but can get pissy if pushed too far. I was cleaning out his section of the tank and it was proving to be sort of an ordeal when he kind of snapped at me. He charged at me and splashed around a lot. And honestly it kind of scared me so I yelled at him that I was just trying to help him and then he went and hid somewhere. He was scared. That's why he lashed out. He was terrified and didn't know what else to do. After I finished cleaning the tank I sat there for a good while. I don't like to raise my voice. And he only acted out of deep-seated fear. It wasn't his fault. But communicating apologies is sort of difficult with a different species. So I picked up my guitar and I played a little song for him. Instead of staying in his antisocial hiding place he came right up to me and watched me. It was as if he was accepting my apology and offering​ his own. Misunderstandings hurt. Have patience Keith. #100daysofgratitude #plecodad
Day 36. I am thankful for patience. That's not something I have a lot of but I'm trying. I wear glasses. Most people don't know that. I have like this dead spot in my left eye where I can't see and I have something called diabetic retinopathy. basically means that my retina are deteriorating thus changing my vision sporadically and randomly. Kind of sucks. But the glasses help I just put them on and ride it out until Vision returns to normal. I just don't like the chaos of it. I don't like confrontation. I don't like not having control. I've recently learned that a good friend of mine hasn't been as good of a friend as I thought. And today someone broke my heart in a very Petty small way. A million other things went wrong today but I was dead set on confronting both of these people with how I felt. I was taking time to gather my thoughts and dreading the confrontation so I decided to delay the phone calls until after I cleaned out my aquarium. There's a lot of fish shit. So I thought sorting through that was an appropriate metaphor. The sharks are curious but oftentimes skittish. The snails are ambivalent. The two foot long pleco fish named Junior is antisocial. he likes to be left to himself, he digs, and puts up with whatever is around him but can get pissy if pushed too far. I was cleaning out his section of the tank and it was proving to be sort of an ordeal when he kind of snapped at me. He charged at me and splashed around a lot. And honestly it kind of scared me so I yelled at him that I was just trying to help him and then he went and hid somewhere. He was scared. That's why he lashed out. He was terrified and didn't know what else to do. After I finished cleaning the tank I sat there for a good while. I don't like to raise my voice. And he only acted out of deep-seated fear. It wasn't his fault. But communicating apologies is sort of difficult with a different species. So I picked up my guitar and I played a little song for him. Instead of staying in his antisocial hiding place he came right up to me and watched me. It was as if he was accepting my apology and offering​ his own. Misunderstandings hurt. Have patience Keith. #100daysofgratitude  #plecodad