You know how when you have a really rancidly bad horrible day and you think to yourself “Self, that was a really freakin’ bad day. Let’s not have one of those again for a while, OK?” and your Self agrees, and you think “I’m going to have a nice cup of tea to try to alleviate that headache from hell and maybe I’ll make a phone call to someone supportive and see if that cheers me up a bit because I have another trial…um…meeting to go to that might be stressful and I’m feeling a bit on edge,” and you make that call, and it actually makes it worse, so you say to your Self, “Self, you might as well just go ahead and let those tears leak out and that snot drip down, just get it out of your system, because you might actually feel relieved, although stuffed up sinuswise, and maybe that’s what you need,” and you know the supportive phone call person is probably chalking it all up to hormones (I don’t even WANT to talk about my hormones any more), which just pisses you off even more, because you know it’s not true, but you know that all you really needed was someone to listen and tell you it’s OK, and tomorrow will be better, and you’re a good person, and you did well, and everything is hunky dory keen, but that’s not what you got?
Yeah. That kind of day. And what’s really fun about it is that there is another one tomorrow. A day. Yeah.
I hate to leave it on a bad note. Go here if you are also having a bad day. Watch the video.
November 20, 2008 at 10:07 pm |
Days like that suck.
You know what? You are a good and talented person. I’ve never even met you, but it’s obvious from your work and your writing.
Life is cyclical. Sometimes things simply turn to crap. Assuming, heaven forbid, that one of your kids or parents hasn’t died or been injured, things will get better. Soon would be good.
November 23, 2008 at 7:55 am |
Call me next time and I will promise to just listen, and tell you that THEY suck!