Just. Want. To. Cry.
Very little is making me happy today.
A lot is pissing me off.
Fuck.
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I have a really hard time working when I’m sad. Why can’t we just separate the pieces of our brain out? One piece to work. One piece to wonder.
It’s hard to explain to people how amazing I think they are.
- To the generous mind the heaviest debt is that of gratitude, when it is not in our power to repay it. —Benjamin Franklin
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ANNOYING CLIENT #1-50 I HAVEN’T EDITED YOUR PHOTOS YET AND ANNOYING CLIENT #50-100 I HAVEN’T SENT YOU A DISC IN THE MAIL. THAT’S WHY YOU DON’T HAVE IT. BECAUSE I HAVEN’T SENT IT. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IN HEAVEN STOP FUCKING CALLING ME. THESE ARE PHOTOS. JUST PHOTOS. YOU WON’T DIE IF YOU DON’T GET THEM THE MINUTE YOU WANT THEM. I PROMISE. ALL YOU’RE DOING IS PAYING A NANNY TO WATCH YOUR KIDS SO YOU CAN BE A STAY AT HOME BON BON EATER ANYWAY, SO BACK THE FUCK OFF. YOUR CONTRACT DOES NOT LIST A SPECIFIC DATE THEY WILL BE DELIVERED ON. THIS IS SO THAT I CAN ATTEMPT TO HAVE A LIFE. THAT’S WHY I’M NOT ANSWERING THE PHONE. BECAUSE I’M TRYING TO EITHER A) DO YOUR FUCKING PHOTOS SO THAT YOU WILL STOP CALLING ME OR B) TRYING TO ENJOY MY LIFE. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO ENJOY MY LIFE WHEN YOU WON’T STOP CALLING ME? DO YOU? MAYBE I SHOULD PUT THE DISC IN THE MAIL AND THEN CALL YOU EVERY HOUR TO SEE IF YOU GOT IT YET. ‘CAUSE MAYBE, I MIGHT BE CONCERNED THAT YOU HAVEN’T, SINCE I PUT IT IN THE MAIL AND ALL. AND MAYBE, IN BETWEEN VOICING MY CONCERN IN SOME GODAWFUL TEXAS FUCKING DRAWL I’LL TELL YOU MY WHOLE GODDAMNEDMOTHERFUCKING LIFE FUCKING STORY.
THE NEXT SPECIAL WILL INCLUDE THE CLAUSE THAT YOU MUST PAY $5 FOR EVERY PHONE CALL YOU MAKE TO ME TO WASTE MY TIME.
I ALMOST HATE YOU. I ALMOST HATE YOU ALL.
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I made a mental list of my life the other day…..and it all felt very good. With the exception of being financially secure, I have everything. Everything. Even the blissful ideas most have to look really hard to find, if they ever find them at all. I am happy. Grateful. Good.
And then there are the mornings when I wake and my toddler is crying over things he doesn’t understand and things I don’t know how to explain. My brain races in circles trying to balance something resembling fairness to everyone. I’m rash and rebellious at the idea of anyone controlling me, so I’ll be damned if I let the four year old do it.
And then I kick into auto-Sargent mode. “Soldiers, these are your orders! You will leave your needy emotional selfish bullshit at the door! You will complete your mission with honor and valor and We will Win this war! We Will bring Peace to the Apartment!”
“Sir, yes sir!”
I don’t get to be needyemotionalselfish so no one else can either.
Except that idea doesn’t work on four year olds. (Or most adults.) Because toddlers are the whole physical embodiment of needyemotionalselfish.
It’s kind of like potty training. As the adult you know what a great idea it is to poop in the toilet, so you try every strategy in the book to explain it to your kid. And in the end, no matter how many talks, bribes, dvd’s, books, hugs or begging it will only happen when the kid is ready. But it does happen eventually.
I know what a great idea it is to wake up happy. To not be irrationally protective/jealous/threatened/whatever. I’ve tried every strategy in the book three times now.
So what I think I should be looking for isn’t another strategy. Patience and acceptance win every time. Patience and acceptance are my secret weapon. My super power. My honor and valor.
Bonus trivia: PMS trumps Patience and Acceptance every time.
So basically, right now I’m fucked.
Damnitall 