I Hate The World Today
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” – Marilyn Monroe
Today was one of those days where you just can’t do anything to pull yourself out of a slump. I think it starts from being in a bad place last night. So I was angry when I woke up. I was angry when I got ready. I was angry at work. I was angry while I drove home. I was angry when I looked in my kitchen to realize I had no wine. I was angry when I opened the fridge only to realize that there was one lonely beer from the six-pack it feels like I had just purchased. I was angry when I checked my inbox. I was angry when I looked at Facebook. I was angry when I listened to my voicemail. I was angry when I logged onto the stupid dating sites I’m on and stared at the glaring “You have no new messages” message that mocked my already pent up anger.
I kind of wanted to throw my computer, but that would just end poorly. Then I wanted to throw something else, to cause something to go CRASH-BANG-SHATTER. Instead I curled up on the couch to watch last night’s episode of The Office and essentially vibrate I am shaking from so much bad jujube.
Photo Credit: Getty Images – Farhad J Parsa
It takes a lot for me to write this post. I feel like we aren’t allowed to say online or in our blogs (or heck, even in the big bad world outside of “real life”) that we are angry. That we are frustrated. That we are sad. That we don’t have the answers or that anything bad could possibly be going on.
We’re not supposed to feel that way. We’re supposed to always look for bright sides. We’re supposed to always smile and appreciate and love. We never talk about our failures, we only promote our successes. We can’t admit our fear, we must conquer the world. Our greatest challenges immediately become our greatest strengths, but no one wants to hear how you had to ditch all your friends during a hike because you couldn’t make it up the mountain and you’re pretty sure they all thought you were just a heifer and out of shape. You call yourself out for not being cool enough and people yell at you in comments because they won’t admit that you have flaws.
Or they tell you that you shouldn’t feel these deep dark bad feelings. That we should instead consider people dying, or the homeless, or the starving people of Kenya and realize how tiny our problems are in respect. To “put things in perspective,” slap on a happy face and perhaps drown ourselves in some prescription medication to make it all better.
Except now I feel like a superficial bitch because in this very moment I care very little for homeless people and instead I’m very irked that my beer is gone and my fingers are flying and I still feel like breaking plates.
Sometimes we have to be angry. We have to be mad. We have to get upset and talk about how we feel, and acknowledge that it’s ok to be in that place where you hate the world and want to check out the Unabomber’s manifesto for ideas.
And don’t you tell me I can’t be. Cause really, the mood I’m in…well…let’s just say I’m VERY scary and intimidating.
No, seriously. I can be.
Stop laughing!
Listening To: Meredith Brooks – Bitch
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