A break
I'm taking a break today from 5 good things as I am tired and cranky and not feeling good... and today just totally sucked.... So... no 5 good things today.
Grrr my mother drives me up the WALL! She has been asking me since Sunday WHEN HE WAS HERE "Ask your boyfriend to come over and take a look at our computer." She asked just after he left. Why couldn't she have asked him when he was here??? So since Sunday, she's been asking in this teeny tiny whiny little child voice, "Shaaaannnnoooonnnn can you ask your boyfriend to fix our computer?" and "Shannnnnnnnooooonnnn is he coming over?" So, of course, I was snippy with her. Can she *really* blame me? She's soooo impatient!
Yes, I'm aware I can do the same thing. I'm not as dumb as I look... really...
Then, of course, sanityimpaired really hurt himself and was up all night in pain. I tried to make a joke of it, and he kinda sniped at me. Not that I blame him. I freakin' HATE it when people try to make jokes when I'm really sad/mad/sore/etc. I hate it with a passion and here I go and try and do the same thing. Why? Because I don't know any better? Because that's what I was shown? Yeah, that excuse worked when I was, what, 10?
Except, I really DON'T know any other way... damn it. I don't know how to be as comforting as I want others to be with me, I don't know how not to get snippy with my mother when she drives me crazy, I don't know how to act around people when they are upset, I don't know how to help people when they ask for it. I don't even know how to ask for what I want.
I am so going to bed early... Oh yeah, speaking of which... I got woken up at the crack of dawn by a WRONG NUMBER! The first time I ignored it. That's right. When I didn't answer the FIRST TIME they called back like 10 minutes later! CHRIST people. I even have an answering machine. They couldn't tell they had the wrong number by the voice mail message? Some people are so.... ignorant! And it really annoys me sometimes when they ask "Is this [7 digit number]?" Sure, sometimes it's necessary. Maybe your fingers are huge and you got a couple numbers wrong. Oh, well... whatever.
Boy... after ranting I feel a bit better. Well maybe I have one good thing... ranting made me feel better. Now, I'm just gonna go relax until I'm so tired, I'm gonna fall asleep.
Grrr my mother drives me up the WALL! She has been asking me since Sunday WHEN HE WAS HERE "Ask your boyfriend to come over and take a look at our computer." She asked just after he left. Why couldn't she have asked him when he was here??? So since Sunday, she's been asking in this teeny tiny whiny little child voice, "Shaaaannnnoooonnnn can you ask your boyfriend to fix our computer?" and "Shannnnnnnnooooonnnn is he coming over?" So, of course, I was snippy with her. Can she *really* blame me? She's soooo impatient!
Yes, I'm aware I can do the same thing. I'm not as dumb as I look... really...
Then, of course, sanityimpaired really hurt himself and was up all night in pain. I tried to make a joke of it, and he kinda sniped at me. Not that I blame him. I freakin' HATE it when people try to make jokes when I'm really sad/mad/sore/etc. I hate it with a passion and here I go and try and do the same thing. Why? Because I don't know any better? Because that's what I was shown? Yeah, that excuse worked when I was, what, 10?
Except, I really DON'T know any other way... damn it. I don't know how to be as comforting as I want others to be with me, I don't know how not to get snippy with my mother when she drives me crazy, I don't know how to act around people when they are upset, I don't know how to help people when they ask for it. I don't even know how to ask for what I want.
I am so going to bed early... Oh yeah, speaking of which... I got woken up at the crack of dawn by a WRONG NUMBER! The first time I ignored it. That's right. When I didn't answer the FIRST TIME they called back like 10 minutes later! CHRIST people. I even have an answering machine. They couldn't tell they had the wrong number by the voice mail message? Some people are so.... ignorant! And it really annoys me sometimes when they ask "Is this [7 digit number]?" Sure, sometimes it's necessary. Maybe your fingers are huge and you got a couple numbers wrong. Oh, well... whatever.
Boy... after ranting I feel a bit better. Well maybe I have one good thing... ranting made me feel better. Now, I'm just gonna go relax until I'm so tired, I'm gonna fall asleep.