Let it slide. 11/06/02
Don't you just hate it when you wonder how much coffee is left in the styrofoam cup, so you look through the hole in the lid that you sip from, and pour coffee into your eye. Don't you just hate it when an obnoxious song comes on the radio, so you turn it off, but then your mind starts singing to itself, the same rotten song that you just turned off, and in your mind the song keeps repeating the first part over and over because you never listen to the entire song because it sucks so much. Don't you just hate it when you force yourself to get out of bed an hour and a half early, to water all the plants outside, feeling like you've actually accomplished something for once when you are done watering, then hearing a weather forecast on the way to work for six inches of rain today? And when you finally have the CD burner installed, then the hard drive with all your music files on it dies? Or do these things only happen to me? Life has been full of small annoyances lately. Too many little things going wrong in one day or week and it's as bad as when something goes majorly wrong. The car is running okay, we're not completely broke, we are all in good health. But if my shoe falls apart one more time today, or if the printer starts printing every black & white image in bright magenta/red again, well...
Well WHAT, really? It's not likely that I will scream or rage or break down. I try constantly to keep from being a complaining, whiny sort of person, so that nobody even knows about half the lame things that happen to me on a daily basis. I want to find a solution to a problem, rather than waste mental energy ranting about it. I try not to let the little things even upset me in the first place, it's just not worth it. Life is too short to spend my days in a frustrated mood.
But every so often, I feel better after venting, in a controlled way such as writing about it. And it's just been one of those days. Or weeks? Actually, things have been going downhill since the end of June, and what's around the corner? Family visits, increasing overtime overload at work, holiday stress. What is the antidote to this sense of frustration and foreboding? Reminding myself of the wonderful things in my life? Finding something to look forward to? Chocolate? Listening to GOOD music?
Or maybe I will just burrow under the blankets, turn on the heat, and sip hot cocoa... After I get through the second half of this workday, of course. Crossing my paws and knocking on wood that nothing else falls apart or stops working today.
