Poop in a brownie

Why is it that one little bad thing can ruin a perfectly lovely day? Why do I always focus more on the negative comments than the positive ones?

We had a lovely weekend at Time Out for Women. It was great to be out with my sisters, mom and friends and to really leave behind the worries of home. Things seem to be going well for me and I was feeling happy. I have lost a little bit of weight and I was feeling good about myself - I had actually had time to do my hair Saturday morning because I got to get up early and get ready while everyone was sleeping and then say Sayonara! The positive experiences and uplifting messages of the speakers and musical presenters went flying out the window for me because of two things:

Lunchtime. We bought tickets for a lunch buffet right in the hotel because we thought it would be easier not to travel to get lunch so we could have more time to relax and converse together. After standing in a line to get out of the trade centre, a line to get into the dinner theatre area, and a line to get the food, we realized that there was no where to sit. People had plonked their purses and coats down on all the seats before lining up and we couldn't find ONE SEAT that didn't have something draped over it. They had announced at the beginning that they had sold out the theatre area but people weren't taking that into consideration. In booths where there were six spots, only three people (or less) were sitting but they said the booth was full. We wandered around for a good 15 minutes, practically having to beg people to let us sit at their tables. Instead of being able to sit together and enjoy a leisurely lunch with good conversation, we ended up having to sit separated at three different tables! I just was so frustrated because here we were, at a women's conference extolling the virtues of womanhood and sisterhood, and no one could be bothered to look out for anyone but their own group. As you can tell, I am still feeling bitter about it.

A rude comment. Do you guys know people who seem to zero in on the things that you are most self conscious about and then voice their opinions on them? Like, for example, you had a huge zit you're trying to cover up and you think you did an okay job, but you're still very conscious of it. This type of person would walk right up to you, point to your nose and say, "Man that is a HUGE zit! Maybe you need to see a dermatologist or something." I met an old acquaintance like that at Time Out for Women who walked right up to me, commented on something that I am very self-conscious about and made me feel horrible. Yes, I got the dreaded "Oh, when are you expecting?" comment. All my confidence at feeling better about myself was utterly deflated. Why do I feel like I deserve it? I guess I feel that's what I get for being an overweight, young-ish, married woman with two kids who are two years apart and my youngest is two now and wearing a looser fit shirt??? I guess some people just say what they're thinking....without thinking.

So why did I let those thing ruin the latter half of my Time Out for Women experience? Those other people probably didn't let my discomfort ruin their day, right? I remember a lesson back in Young Women's class about how trying to justify watching a movie with only a few bad parts was trying to eat a brownie with a "little bit" of poop in it. Maybe that's what this is. A little poop in a brownie.