Originally posted on September 9, 2008
Current mood: angry
Category: Life
Oh shut your face! I don't care
that you found a $20 bill in the parking lot on your way to work this morning. I
don't care that junior couldn't get to sleep last night because he's cutting his
second tooth but you didn't mind 'cause he was so cute with the way he was
chewing on his chubby little fist. By the way, I don't care how many women
gather around his stroller, pinch his cheeks and tell you how adorable he is, he
still looks like a fat alien to me. 👽 So what, you found the love of
your life at the gas station when you were putting gas in your car with that
$20 you found. Big deal, you found that sentimental gold ring under the dryer
you thought you'd lost at the park. I know your car is in the shop and I don't
have any idea how you're gonna get there either. You can ask me for a ride and
I'll probably agree. But just before I pick you up, I'm gonna drink me some
milk, with lactose, so that when you get in my truck, I can pummel you with
silent-but-deadly ones, lock all the windows and make you smell it. 🤢 I
don't care that you lost 10 pounds on that new popcorn, chocolate & shrimp
diet you tried (actually-I do care a little about that
one). 😕 I want to be in a lousy mood and
complain about the things that aren't going well in my life right now. I don't
feel like asking you how your day is going…I could care less. 😒 You know what else? You talk too
damn much anyway and about nothing of consequence to me. 😴 I don't have to explain myself, I
feel how I feel. Get outta my business and find
you
some! Incidentally, I saw you wave "Hi" to me in the
hallway but I intended to ignore you because I didn't feel like talking.
I don't feel like sharing. I don't feel like caring. I'm in a pitifully bad mood
and that's exactly how I want it at the moment. 😠 And yeah, those pants
do make you fat! Call me Oscar The Grouch. Call me
Scrooge. Call me Bitch but you'd better not say it loud enough for
me to hear because I'm in the mood to hit someone square in the face…and I don't
care how many nails I break in the process. 😡 I feel wicked. I feel selfish. I
feel fed up. I feel "too through". I don't want to take a "chill pill". I
want to be constipated and miserable.…..Man, I wish I could go off
on a rant like that sometimes! I wish I could tell someone that's getting on my
nerves, to "shut up" and have them forgive me whenever I feel like talking to
them again. (Which could very well be never knowing me.) I
wish I could get lost in my own little world and take an emotional pilgrimage of
self-discovery for while. I wish I could come back to the real world only when
I feel ready to and not one moment before. 😤 But the world doesn't work that
way, does it? If you're a descent person, you have almost an obligation to be,
at the very least, considerate. I suppose the momentary satisfaction of breaking
someone's spirit, face or feelings, may not have the payoff you hoped for in the
end. 😖 Maybe you do care, even
when you wished you didn't. Maybe sometimes, being a good person seems like a
chump/ sucker move but all in all, being good is really what you
are at your core. How exhausting it is sometimes! I can't tell you how many
times I wanted to go off on people today. But right when I was on the edge,
right at the precipice, right when I thought I couldn't hold it in any longer, I
decided it wasn't worth it. And it isn't. I suppose some solitary downtime would
be good for decompressing and getting back to my normal cheerful & happy
self. 😁 A little (or a lot) of alone time
can do wonders for a person. Lord knows, I need it more than most. Does Midol
work for non-PMS related moodiness too? I'll take one anyway. Hopefully, the
combination of Midol and Ex-Lax will have a positive effect on my current mood. I'll try
it and call you in the morning. ☎
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