I regret to inform you that this is the truth. Irritation levels are at an all time high this week and not surprisingly the list of shit accompanying them is increasing.
The angrier I get, the more there is to be angry about. In my head it looks suspiciously like a whirlpool; slightly choppy water around the edges, nothing looks too bad and before you know it you’re sucked into a bottomless pit with no way out. Didn’t even see it coming.
Obviously it’s everyone else’s fault, I’m the victim here. Same procedure as last year, James.
Get your head out of your arse woman! You had a bad week. Yes, there was dumbassery beyond anything you could have imagined and no, the world hasn’t ended because of it. It’s a wee speed bump on life’s little highway. Shit happens. Get over it.
Today was another episode of ‘Had a crap week, missed my train home, caught the next one, got delayed, WHY GOD WHY?!’. One more shovel of crap added to the mountain I’m building myself. Give it another week or 2 and this thing will rival K2.
Why? Does this make me feel better? No, I feel like shit.
Does this solve the problem? No, I’m too irritated to think of a logical solution so the problems will remain unsolved until I pull my finger out and deal with it.
Does this make me, in any way, pleasant to be around? No. I’m the personification of a hornet’s nest that’s been kicked to Kingdom Come.
Will any of the things that have hacked me off and grated my carrot be responsible for the end of the world as we know it? No. They’re meaningless nothings in a cesspool of other insignificant nothings. There is no net damage to the planet because someone else’s mess needed cleaning up. No net damage AT ALL.
So what good is it doing sitting here silently getting my tits in a tangle? The weekend is the prize at the end of a rough week. Instead I’m wasting it sitting here drained of energy, eyes heavier than lead with an epic case of indigestion and my body hates me a LOT. There’s something hammering on my insides trying to get out.
For what?
This calls for a time-out and a very early night. Tomorrow is another day.
