Today's planned blog has been postponed because, quite frankly, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Hopefully, regular programming will return tomorrow. I had planned on creating a post of a much different subject and fear today, but ya know what, I'm irritated and I just want to complain. Yep, I just want to complain for the sake of complaining. Now, you might wonder, "How does complaining translate to the overall theme of this blog?". Well, to be honest, I'm afraid to complain.
The fact is, everyone has a bad day now and again and most people let the world know when they do. My fear is, if I complain publicly then people will see that I am not perfect, or perhaps think that I just can't "handle" life, or interpret my complaints as weaknesses. There are a few people that I wholeheartedly confide in, but over all, I don't let people know that sometimes just getting out of bed seems like an insurmountable chore. For example, I belong to a social networking site and although I read other people's statuses who kvetch, I refuse to post anything that even hints at negativity because I don't want people to know that I'm human. Human = imperfect, vulnerable, and weak. Perfectionist much?
So, with fear of being weak or viewed as being imperfect set aside, here are my unedited, somewhat trivial, complaints for the day. I leave you with these thoughts...
I woke up 10 minutes early, but two accidents on the way to workI really needed Yoga today, physically, mentally and emotionally.
delayed my commute by 20 minutes, so thank you asshole drivers who crashed and made me miss my much needed Rise-n-Shine Yoga class today.
The bathrooms at work are under construction. This does not make someone with stomach cramps happy and what the hell anyway? You (building people that are doing construction) KNEW people would be using this facility pre-November 2010, so why are you just NOW working on the damn bathroom that was perfectly FINE before???
At lunch, the cafeteria ran out of eggrolls and I ended up with another chicken breast sandwich. There are only so many condiment combinations that one can create in order to turn a char grilled, dried out chicken breast into something edible.
Quit asking me questions, I don't have all the answers!
I HATE SNOW!!!
If we're going to dinner, and you say, "You pick the restaurant, I don't care where we go.", I don't expect to hear "No, I don't want spaghetti I want a hamburger." when I suggest Italian food. Just tell me where the hell it is you want to eat then, why am I guessing and wasting my energy if you already know what it is you do and don't want?!
Can't you people clean up after yourselves?!