Segregation is Key to Shake off that Garbage

This happen to you any time?

You've put out the finest.
Dressed up the home.
Got the place looking nifty, warm and inviting.
You welcome everyone.
No one comes.

You invite a good number of people for a birthday celebration – just two come over. A couple of the crowd, stride in hours later and not fashionably so!

Economically you are on a relatively good pitch.

Across social networking sites, you score rather well.
The like buttons are on an overdrive.
Sharing something that you put up on social media is constant.
The STATS are on an all time high.

WhatsApp messages blink often.

The phone rings occasionally.

The lounge looks Spartan without anyone else but you.
What IS the matter? Are you an F2F social misfit? Do you not meet the cut? What IS happening?

You agonize over the situation and mull over various aspects. Cry over ‘friends’ and ‘family’ who do not make the time to connect with you. Many don’t even message. The others who do, keep in touch when they are bored. The situation seems to spiral out of control and you haven’t the foggiest as to what could be the problem. Discussions with family members who want to help, listen. You dialogue about the lackadaisical attitude shown toward you. Is this the way the cookie crumbles? Should you cry over fake ‘friends’? Worry over relatives who have no clue about the ties that bind. Remember that a friend is someone who keeps in touch. A relative who really is a part of the ties that bind, will make it a point to reach out, connect and visit. If neither show any inclination to keep in touch in any manner, all that you need to do my dearies is literally shake off the garbage. Try a new strategy – segregate the wet waste from the dry waste. You will finally get the answer my darlings.

On that note, have a good year and anyone who dares to treat you like crap, uses you in any way is really not worth getting emotional over.

XO…

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