When WAS the Last Time??

Daily Prompt:  When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

"Am I proud" - NARA - 513787

“Am I proud” – NARA – 513787 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have given this one a tremendous amount of thought, and here are my ten possible answers.

1.  Never?

2.  I can’t remember exactly, but I think it had something to do with potty training.

3.  Stop it.  Pride is a sin.

4.  Hey, I’m the one who should be proud, not you.  Why do you get to feel proud?

5.  Shut up.

6.  Is there a wine that goes with that?

7.  I don’t normally do exceptional things inspiring proudness.  Laughter I can provoke.  Or crying.  Or both at the same time.   But no one has ever said they’re proud of me for that.  Although it could be only a matter of time before it happens because you never know, right?

8.  Pride cometh before a fall.

9.  I think my mother and father were proud of me but they wanted me to be humble so they never mentioned it.

10.  Did you know pretentious, jazzy and la-di-da are all related words?  Huh. Too bad this question didn’t involve a couple of those.  THEN you would have seen a great answer.

I asked W this question and right away he told me when it was said, by whom, and for what reason.  Gawd, sometimes he annoys the hell out of me.

2011 Goals and Achievements

What are you most proud of achieving so far this year? What are your goals for the second half of the year?

GAWD I’m bad at answering questions like this. Because it’s a question straight off some horrifying job interview. Makes me want to throw something and tell the pompous shit who asked it that I haven’t accomplished a damned thing so far this year, thus there’s no reason on earth for me to be freaking proud of anything and I don’t have any stupid bullshit goals.

Hopefully at an actual job interview I’d be smart enough not to say all that out loud.

Proud is a perfectly ugly word when it means arrogant and self-important. Egomaniacs could use a good strong dose of modest and humble – toning that proud thing down to a more acceptable middle of the road ‘pleased’ or ‘satisfied’.

Then there’s the scary ‘achievement’ notion – an accomplishment – something successfully done and completed. A goal reached. But reaching goals is kind of like rock climbing, there’s always the next one to get to, and the next. Like housework that never ends. I dusted! YAY – goal reached! Do it again tomorrow!

A bus could run over me at any moment, so I’m not feeling any strong sense of urgency to make up some long-term six-months-down-the-road plan of action. Going to concentrate on today instead.

The short-term goal I have in mind for this afternoon is to go to Home Depot and purchase one of those “I’m not wood” benches made of recycled materials that end up looking pretty much exactly like real wood and when I get it home I will put it together outside in the sunshine. I have another goal for tomorrow, which involves a safe and uneventful drive to Calgary to pick up my sister and bring her back here where she can admire my new bench. These goals are personal and will probably not change the world.

And that’s okay. Getting these things done will be pleasing and satisfying non earth-shattering experiences. I’ll be happy with that.

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