Sniff.
Some days kind of just have that suck-ass feeling about them.
This wasn't necessarily one of those days. I actually had some potentially good news on several fronts, both mine own and others', and that's grand, isn't it.
Then you try to have a rational conversation with one of your few relatives left and they hang up on you. It's brilliant.
Whatever. I've been more upset. You can't argue with some people, that's part of what I have to learn too--I don't necessarily have to enable them, I've just got to go "uh huh. Yup. Sure. Yup. Do what you think you should," even if that involves, say, I dunno, "I think it would be a great idea if I ripped open this Do-It-Yourself-At-Home-Tar-and-Feather-Kit and spent a quality afternoon with it." Uh huh. Yup. Sure. Do what you think you should.
So then I had to go out into the hallway, and once again took an assault to the senses with the stanky food odours I get to enjoy every so often. I know, I gave up the flat across the hall to get this larger, more interesting one; it was cute, it had a good stove, it was like a glorified dorm room; it could be a lot worse- the person who moved in there could be a smoker, could be burning incense or worse, could be practicing for her hobby as a mariachi band member, but I don't know WHAT I just encountered, and it just gave me a mental image of knocking on her door, smacking her, turning around and then slamming my own door shut. Because some days are kind of suck-ass. With that, I'm sure hers would have become one.
This wasn't necessarily one of those days. I actually had some potentially good news on several fronts, both mine own and others', and that's grand, isn't it.
Then you try to have a rational conversation with one of your few relatives left and they hang up on you. It's brilliant.
Whatever. I've been more upset. You can't argue with some people, that's part of what I have to learn too--I don't necessarily have to enable them, I've just got to go "uh huh. Yup. Sure. Yup. Do what you think you should," even if that involves, say, I dunno, "I think it would be a great idea if I ripped open this Do-It-Yourself-At-Home-Tar-and-Feather-Kit and spent a quality afternoon with it." Uh huh. Yup. Sure. Do what you think you should.
So then I had to go out into the hallway, and once again took an assault to the senses with the stanky food odours I get to enjoy every so often. I know, I gave up the flat across the hall to get this larger, more interesting one; it was cute, it had a good stove, it was like a glorified dorm room; it could be a lot worse- the person who moved in there could be a smoker, could be burning incense or worse, could be practicing for her hobby as a mariachi band member, but I don't know WHAT I just encountered, and it just gave me a mental image of knocking on her door, smacking her, turning around and then slamming my own door shut. Because some days are kind of suck-ass. With that, I'm sure hers would have become one.