Breathing

Some days can be very stressful for me. I have little patience, I’m too quick to respond to idiots (and too sarcastic or sharp when I do). My head fills with dark thoughts and images.

It’s not fun. I’m not very likable on good days, and on bad days it’s really ugly. So what do I do?

Well, I poke around on the internet. I have some places I visit frequently, they post jokes and are even more sarcastic than I am. There’s always Facebook, as long as there isn’t anything overtly political going on that day (hello gun nuts and obamacare freaks). Otherwise I just get more punchy.

The days with the worst struggles are the days I feel the most alone, and that is possibly due to how I like to isolate myself when things are rough. It’s a circular type of logic that I’m comfortable with after nearly a half-century of using it. Whatever. I’m not trying to say it’s a good system, just that it’s the only one I can follow consistently. I’m extremely predictable.

I also have other ways of coping, of course:

On a Bender

The best part is I know that bad days have to end sometime, and good days will be there, too. I have many reasons to smile, even if I forget sometimes. Sunshine is powerful stuff and eventually drives clouds away. This too shall pass.

Puddle of Mutter

I’m listening to one of my favorite bands and typing up my list for week 526:

  1. Scalp :: shampoo
  2. Fix :: Wreck
  3. Should :: obliged
  4. Believing :: deceiving (and why aren’t they spelled alike? What’s up with that?)
  5. Cares :: Nobody
  6. Eyelash :: batting
  7. Sick :: days
  8. Heart :: attack
  9. Marble :: slab
  10. Money back :: guarantee

The street scene looks similar to the West End in Dallas (Trivia: I saw Meatloaf there one afternoon for free,) but I guess warehouses look a lot alike no matter where they are.