tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post4487216805095181894..comments2023-10-05T11:27:27.382-06:00Comments on Kazzy's Ponderings: day 256: pulverizingKazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411131948607000725noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-65446472187577984342010-05-03T02:09:47.564-06:002010-05-03T02:09:47.564-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07532225334730948057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-85692977441248777132010-05-03T02:09:46.939-06:002010-05-03T02:09:46.939-06:00Run away and cry. For a long time. Then, when eno...Run away and cry. For a long time. Then, when enough people tell me I'm awesome and whoever or whatever did the pulverizing was just mean or horrible (or right, but that comes later) I climb out of my hole and take an anxiety pill and try to do something different to take my mind off the pulverization. Then I finally talk to whoever needs to be talked to, and in my heart say "You really hurt me and I deserve an explanation" but with my mouth say "Oh, please don't give it another thought. Water under the bridge." Then I spend the next month imagining different endings to that conversation, eat peanut butter m&ms for a solid week, and then move on to the next crisis.<br /><br />It's good to have a system.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07532225334730948057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-60712059713957775902010-05-02T23:49:30.640-06:002010-05-02T23:49:30.640-06:00Duck and cover. Run away. Laugh at the approachi...Duck and cover. Run away. Laugh at the approaching front. Stand there and stare. It really depends on how many storms I'm facing at once.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09083941215123554455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-78929530999478626102010-05-02T20:41:28.768-06:002010-05-02T20:41:28.768-06:00I don't handle sneak attacks well and usually ...I don't handle sneak attacks well and usually kick and scream while being pulverized, then calm down and make the best of what is left.Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349403417525132723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-54000809708721846012010-05-02T17:31:39.930-06:002010-05-02T17:31:39.930-06:00oooooh, good question. My strategy changes, I thin...oooooh, good question. My strategy changes, I think. Sometimes I panic, but that's usually when I'm tired and it's usually over stupid things I shouldn't panic over. Little things. It seems the big things don't sway me. I breathe, I pray, I talk it out.Heather of the EOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14607422301391841377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-49625977012162453952010-05-02T15:45:59.726-06:002010-05-02T15:45:59.726-06:00Wish I could build a shelter around me to take the...Wish I could build a shelter around me to take the blows. Doesn't work that way, I guess....Bossy Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12568355839499622409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-72781167645337052702010-05-02T15:35:02.074-06:002010-05-02T15:35:02.074-06:00Being pulverized is a horrible feeling. I walk ar...Being pulverized is a horrible feeling. I walk around in a daze, while my heart and stomach are trying to detach from one another. Then I think of the saying, "Everything will be OK in the end, if it's not OK, it's not the end!"Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00140268328645099689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-4271049548311151462010-05-02T13:35:02.967-06:002010-05-02T13:35:02.967-06:00That's how I felt when pregnancy complications...That's how I felt when pregnancy complications suddenly hit our family. Having the possibility of loss hanging over our heads for months was a slow but steady pulverizing, and the only way not to give into it was humour for me. I cracked jokes. I smiled. I shrugged. I sang, "Que sera, sera" a lot.<br /><br />Funnily enough, it was only when people praised me for being brave that the tears began to come. Because I knew I wasn't. That I'd just mastered the art of distracting myself.<br /><br />Writing helped too. Words make sense out of life for me.<br /><br />Thought-provoking post, hun!Kimberly Vanderhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653757517652257445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-52823332539774946702010-05-02T13:13:24.686-06:002010-05-02T13:13:24.686-06:00I would wince too! Ouch.I would wince too! Ouch.Rachel Cotterillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08969719330048416996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-80300239373735173242010-05-02T07:54:10.771-06:002010-05-02T07:54:10.771-06:00C- waiting til the dust settles is critical most t...C- waiting til the dust settles is critical most times. And the good cry? For sure.<br /><br />L- So true. Sometimes facing something with my teeth showing is the least appealing thing I can think of, and other times I can't wait! That's all I'M gonna say. :)Kazzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04411131948607000725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-78059903449960478762010-05-02T07:49:13.142-06:002010-05-02T07:49:13.142-06:00Unfortunately my strategy tends to vary depending ...Unfortunately my strategy tends to vary depending on what time of the month it is. That's all I'm gonna say... :)Luannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09351294335229984366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-32105393604393281672010-05-02T02:09:59.827-06:002010-05-02T02:09:59.827-06:00To wait to react until the dust has settled, to as...To wait to react until the dust has settled, to asses damage before panicking, to take a deep breath to remind me I'm still alive - trusting that, in the end, it'll all be okay! Then I have a good cry. :)Candy Eashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01873967365374068381noreply@blogger.com