Monday Morning Coming Down
It's 1:30 AM and I'm staring at the same page that I was a few hours ago. The more I get of the stories through my head, the more I wonder how much should be written for open viewing and how much should not.
I finished The Golden Compass, I enjoyed the story. I have The Subtle Knife on tape and that will be next. I also have Eldest on CD.
I'm not proud of it, but I blew my cork late Sunday afternoon. There's only so much I can take of something that makes my brain go into either shut down or WTF mode. Let's face it, when the simplest of questions are continually danced around, you tend to get annoyed at best or frustrated and furious as worst case scenario. As they say down South, I showed my ass. It's probably one of those things someone will read and go, " Geeze, tell us how you really feel, why don't you?" Or ... "what bug crawled up her ass?"
Now, what was it I said about tempting fate? Yeah.. there you go.
Half the time I feel like I'm dealing with people that are purposely going out of their way to goad me. Selective hearing is a problem with the men of my household. I wonder if selective hearing/reading what I wish to communicate is a problem with others as well. It's not a matter of who is right or wrong on any given issue, it's become a matter of, why is it necessary to use a fucking sledge hammer or sharply edged words to get a simple point across? I end up making myself look like an angry moron and odds are the wrong people will think they are the reason for it.
That's about all I have to say on that. It's 3 AM.
I finished The Golden Compass, I enjoyed the story. I have The Subtle Knife on tape and that will be next. I also have Eldest on CD.
I'm not proud of it, but I blew my cork late Sunday afternoon. There's only so much I can take of something that makes my brain go into either shut down or WTF mode. Let's face it, when the simplest of questions are continually danced around, you tend to get annoyed at best or frustrated and furious as worst case scenario. As they say down South, I showed my ass. It's probably one of those things someone will read and go, " Geeze, tell us how you really feel, why don't you?" Or ... "what bug crawled up her ass?"
Now, what was it I said about tempting fate? Yeah.. there you go.
Half the time I feel like I'm dealing with people that are purposely going out of their way to goad me. Selective hearing is a problem with the men of my household. I wonder if selective hearing/reading what I wish to communicate is a problem with others as well. It's not a matter of who is right or wrong on any given issue, it's become a matter of, why is it necessary to use a fucking sledge hammer or sharply edged words to get a simple point across? I end up making myself look like an angry moron and odds are the wrong people will think they are the reason for it.
That's about all I have to say on that. It's 3 AM.