…so you may as well be happy!
This past week I have become what I dread and the total opposite of my usually idealistic and spirited self.
The kids have been unusually extra irritable, things all around me seem to be breaking down (including myself!), I’ve been a targeted prey yet again from ghosts in the past, most public encounters have been less than amiable including the grouchy lady in the grocery store that felt the need to almost knock me over without saying sorry and instead scowling at me as if it was my fault (Oh did I mention I had my kids with me?) and for once I feel overwhelmed with everything going on when I’m usually on top of things.
So what do I do? Well, you know, what any agitated Gen Y woman would do… take it to social media.
Bring on the bitching!
But then I sit back and look at my griping translated through Instagram quotes, sporadic impassioned tweets and dismal facebook statuses and realize… what the heck is wrong with me?
I know I’ve got some genuinely supportive family and friends that do care and will ask me if I’m OK, but for the most part, we all know… nobody really cares if you’re upset.
It’s a bad day, not a bad life, right?
Well in my case, it’s a ton of bad days, consecutively in a row… but who’s counting?
Geez Carol! Put those big-girl pants on, slap on some red lipstick and get back to what matters.
So often, we tend to let our bad days overshadow everything and in turn, make ourselves look like one big sob story. Ugh! That’s totally aggravating. It irks me when people constantly complain that things aren’t going their way or they think the world is always out to get them. And darn it have I turned into that obnoxious person.
You know what’s equally cringe-worthy?
Those funny people that act like they’re always happy and life to them is one big pile of sunshine and skittles. Oh you know which type I’m talking about. I’ll have what she’s having.
But thank you. Thank you to those that have loved me and stayed in my corner even when I was not very loveable.
Here’s a virtual cupcake and a big hug. Sorry for being such a sissy. Will never happen again… (or so I hope!)