Sometimes I wonder if a quick shot to the temple would be the easiest thing. How about a fast moving car sideswiping the drivers side of my vehicle as I step a mere 4 inches too far out into the street at exactly the “right” moment. Or the beauty of a massive brain aneurysm immediately silencing me mid-sentence as I attempt to order the bold coffee of the day, tall in a Grande cup, please.
The problem with these particular scenarios is the fact that I have not an inkling of being suicidal or subjecting myself to any type of pain. Truthfully? I am a puss. Being a puss rules out any type of discomfort, especially when self inflicted.
I would much prefer that a few key folks that I am forced to interact with felt this way instead.
Okay, no I don't. I know how that sounds and I know that it is wrong. What if maybe they were clinically depressed? Clinically depressed enough to create an overwhelming phobia that forces these people to move cross-country, cross county or just cross-town.
The way things have been going for me lately with my luck they too would be pusses. This being the case, I will have to continue to endure the inane behavior of people around me that under the circumstances I have no choice but to live with at the moment.
People make me crazy.
09 September, 2009
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