I go through these periods at most twice a year. I can’t explain why it happens it just does. I grow a general discontent for the human race as a species and cannot stop myself from becoming nauseous at the sight and sound of their constant self-centred, narrow minded squabbling.
At this point I simply quite being complacent and my relaxed happy go lucky everyone has their pet peeves and deserves some space in the sun personality exchanges, thankfully for a detracted inner self. I am partly afraid of what I might say to the next person that complains about some issues that they have full control over but simply refuse to do something about.
I am wholefully under the impression that the populous in general or as I like to call them potential victims have a raging desire for their lives to be dramatic. I mean prime time A grade US of A soap opera dramatic. For goodness sake if someone is pissing you off deal with it or walk away it really is that simple. If something is pissing you off, fix it, find someone who doesn’t piss you off too much who might be able to fix it or just get rid of it, again it is this simple.
Which brings me to the part about the detracted inner me that I enjoy…a lot. This is the Part of me that starts thinking about things like a national breeding program, IQ based cut you balls of so you can’t breed any more program, oh the joys of Spanish flue. I realize of course that I could succumb to either one of these plots and I’m happy to know that if so I have finally stopped being part of my perceived problem. I am under no illusion that I am not doing exactly the same thing that is pissing me off so much about the populous which makes it even worse because now I end up criticizing myself and that’s just sad. Oh well I guess we’re all just soaking along in our drama filled lives waiting for the next episode of some god awful soap opera staring doctors who are more interested in their social lives than in doing their jobs.
Dear goodness I might be coming down with something, hope my doctor isn’t caught up in a love triangle involving the urologist and a male nurse named Chavo.
Mind, on the rocks?! 