I shoudl've known today was going to be up there on the list of Really Bad Days. When I stepped out of my house to leave for work, the first person I saw was this guy opposite my house, doing nothing but staring at me, while I walked to the gate to open it, while I walked back to my car to reverse it out of the drive, while I walked back to the gate to shut it. The whole time, the bastard was staring, actually, leching is more like it. So I reversed my car into his bike and it fell down with a crash. Ha.
And then I told him off because he said I should look where I was driving. I hope he fucking ate my dust as I drove off.
Then: work. Fridays at work are always a new kind of terrible every week. Forgettting my glasses at home was bad enough. The workday ended with a design disaster on a page that happens to have my story going on it, and it pissed me off. I tried to calm down, music usually works, so the first thing I did after getting into my car for the drive home was pull out my earphones and find a good song. I did: Kill All Your Friends by MCR.
But obviously, the day had to finish as it began -- with me feeling murderous. The moment I pulled into my lane, I could see nothing but a pair of bright, blinding lights -- they belonged to this truck parked outside my house, loading some construction material from the house that's being built in front of mine. I could see NOTHING, really. Somehow I inched closer and managed to pull in at the gate, and there were three assholes just looking at me instead of continuing with their work. Constantly, for two whole minutes, they just stopped what they were doing and stared. Now, I know it's not smart to pick fights with random men at 1:30 am, and I really tried to stop myself. But, it had to happen. When I walked to the gate to close it, I shouted out to them what the hell exactly their problem was. They shook their heads and looked away, finally. Man I could kill right now, I really could.
I hate getting angry. I hate yelling. I hate snapping at people. I hate people who snap at other people. I hate situations which involve people snapping at other people. I miss my old, calm self. I order it to return now.
And then I told him off because he said I should look where I was driving. I hope he fucking ate my dust as I drove off.
Then: work. Fridays at work are always a new kind of terrible every week. Forgettting my glasses at home was bad enough. The workday ended with a design disaster on a page that happens to have my story going on it, and it pissed me off. I tried to calm down, music usually works, so the first thing I did after getting into my car for the drive home was pull out my earphones and find a good song. I did: Kill All Your Friends by MCR.
But obviously, the day had to finish as it began -- with me feeling murderous. The moment I pulled into my lane, I could see nothing but a pair of bright, blinding lights -- they belonged to this truck parked outside my house, loading some construction material from the house that's being built in front of mine. I could see NOTHING, really. Somehow I inched closer and managed to pull in at the gate, and there were three assholes just looking at me instead of continuing with their work. Constantly, for two whole minutes, they just stopped what they were doing and stared. Now, I know it's not smart to pick fights with random men at 1:30 am, and I really tried to stop myself. But, it had to happen. When I walked to the gate to close it, I shouted out to them what the hell exactly their problem was. They shook their heads and looked away, finally. Man I could kill right now, I really could.
I hate getting angry. I hate yelling. I hate snapping at people. I hate people who snap at other people. I hate situations which involve people snapping at other people. I miss my old, calm self. I order it to return now.
3 comments:
jeez i know the feelin.... buck up woman! what you did to the bike was wonderful!!! :D
hugs.
You want me to hit the fucker up? Just tell me where he stays, and I'll probably lend you two middle fingers and a couple of fists. :D
@jadis -- i am rather proud of the bike episode :)
@sia -- yes, we will take him on and he'll regret being born :D
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