Crazy Week
It’s official. Most people I know are PMSing. Me included. Cheese is Crisp! I wish that I could just not yell at people.
I ended up “yelling” at someone last night. Sure it was a speed bump. What can I do? I was raised in a family that tended to speak loud when we had problems. Hence, I tend to speak loud.
I tell you what I can do: I can remain vigilant and practice on taking a step back. Maybe people look at me and think that I’m a loose cannon and always about ready to explode. Mabye that’s true, but I know that for me what counts is that I don’t explode even 1% of the time that I feel like exploding.
I wish that I could just figure out a way to let off steam. I used to have music, but I’m not so sure about that anymore. I used to have writing, but I haven’t written in over 6 months and besides my writing is all bullshit anyone. Post-modern convoluted pseudo-horror bullshit. I have no empathy for characters or situations. Bad things happens to everyone at any time in my stories.
I’m done with that bitch.
grrr…
