Yesterday I was sad. I woke up that way, and the funk remained. I yelled at my kids, I stomped around scowling. The kids went to their respective schools where the people were nicer. I stopped at the supermarket, then stayed home and sat on the couch all day, watching my favourite tv shows. I didn’t blog. Well, I didn’t hit publish. But then today I’m feeling much better. I opened the curtains and let the sun in, I’m smiling at the people I see.

I do this sometimes. Maybe it’s hormonal. Maybe it’s seasonal.

Mrs Woog inspired me to look at my rants yesterday and publish them. Just like her, I’m not crazy, I don’t need therapy, I was just having a bad day.

Ready to visit the dark side with me?  You don’t have to, you can run away now if you’d like.

……Let’s go.

Samplings of a shitty day
(super awesomely imaginative title)

I’M ANGRY

I’m feeling unnecessarily angry at other drivers. How dare they drive in a manner I think breaks the rules? I haven’t bothered to look them up, because I don’t care. Other drivers are in the wrong. Why are they parking so shitty? Did they let their senile grandma drive them to the shops?

Oh for f****sake. If you don’t know how to use the self-checkout and need assistance, why did you try and go through it? Bitching about the lack of staff these days won’t help you be less dumb.

Why yes, I am wearing biker boots. Because that’s what bitches do. Now stop looking at me.

I’M SELF LOATHING

I feel crappy because I ate sugar and let my joints get inflamed. I feel crappy because I ate chocolate and flared up my reflux. I feel crappy because I stayed up past midnight, despite knowing the kids are up before dawn. All these things, I did to myself. Well done. Why not go get herpes while I’m at it?

Why did I come back to sugar after all this time, and why can’t I quit it again? The scales will just go up and up so long as I’m eating it, and my clothes won’t fit, and I’ll feel physically horrible. How pathetic am I that I can’t quit it when I already did before?

There are no job ads I want to apply for. They all suck. I’ll never get a bigger car or my own house. I should apply for public housing and go live with my own kind.

I’M SORRY

I love my kids. I love my life. Mostly I like myself. I just needed to eat some real food, decompress, detox and sleep.

Next time I’m in a funk, I think I’ll skip the emotional crap and just go straight for the burger.