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Screw This.... "A Rant"

I have been called negative before. My argument has been that I am a realist. I actually try my best to stay upbeat and positive as much as possible. But then there are those days....
They are the days that you'd rather rub alcohol prep pads over your eyelids than go to work. They're the days you'd rather tweeze every hair out of your head than tell that a$$wipe the same answer to the same darn question for the thousandth time. They are the days that dealing with the BS that life has handed you is like pushing out a ten pound turd while tippy toeing on a tight rope.... (thats a hilarious visual actually- hee hee).
Well for me, its been one of those days and sadly, it has progressed into weeks. I am what you call "in a funk". I don't know how long its going to last but I am doing my darnedest to get out of it. Today, I ordered pizza. This is how I know I am emotionally affected. I needed comfort food.
Well, after gobbling my three slices and feeling like a gluttonus failure, I made a decision.
SCREW IT.
Thats my decision. Screw this BS. I am winging it from here on out. I am tired of fighting, tired of whining, tired of writing, tired of applying, tired of waking up and still being tired, tired of getting paid pennies and dealing with BS in fear of being fired, I am officially OVER IT.
"It" is a variety of things that don't need nor do they deserve to be defined. "It" is the name I have decided to use to summarize all of the BS I am dealing with. People can be lumped in the "it" catagory as well as situations, feelings, and dilemmas.
After the passing of my Grandfather who lived a ripe ninety plus years I realized that life isn't short, sometimes its LOOOOOONG. If I spend the greater portion of it obsessing over all that "isn't" I will never find what "is".
So when it comes to the drama in my life, yeah its here but SCREW IT!

I'm out.

Comments

  1. Wow! I have to say that I agree on SO many levels.... Especially about the life being long. I'm trying to live mine without regrets. Days spent unhappy will never be reclaimed and I've wasted YEARS and allowed fools to steal my shine. I fully feel that I am responsible for my happiness for my success, for my future and while there are certain things that are outside of my control, I do my best to influence what I can to my benefit. Live it like it's golden girl, but with wisdom as well...

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  2. thanks for the advice Trini. I am taking a few baby steps but soon enough I will be doing leaps and bounds thru this be-otch!

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  3. Those are the days that make you dig deep to keep your smile. A smile is not just a gesture or a facial expression that uses less muscles than a frown. A smile is your pride and joy. You are right, SCREW IT if it attempts to take your smile away.

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