...Is that a word, Snarkiness? Or should I spell it Snarkyness?
Anyway, every post I'm composing over here in Stepford is sounding like a complete b*tch-fest (a/k/a Snarky), and that's not very nice, so I'm keeping them marinating in the Drafts folder until I can be a little more balanced.
Which does not seem to be today. Dammit.
I'm mad and frustrated and hurt and p*ssed off. And it's not even PMS-week. But I still want to be fair, since the pen is mightier than the sword and all that.
As my husband attests, I love to be miserable, and the victim, and in the middle of Drama. Yes and no. Drama, yes, I've copped to that before. Victim? check, but I've been working to confess those times in the past and act accordingly in the present. Miserable? It may be a familiar thing in my life, but I don't aim to be miserable, or want it. That pisses me off. Take this fcuking misery, you can have it.
Ugh. My snow-covered acorn is becoming an avalanche. Will post an update when I recover my center.Labels: life in stepford, rant |
You should just let your feelings out. It always seems to help me when I just let it all hang out. Festering only seems to make the problem worse.
I don't think anyone likes to be miserable. I think misery can descend on some like a cloud. You don't want it or need it but it might be your cross to bare for the moment until lesson learned.
Anyway, even if you think you are b*tching, I think your blog is lovely. Your words are uplifting (whether you know it or not) and you are trying to grow and learn throughout all of this.
Just count me in as one of your biggest fans. (uh but not in a scary stalkerish way.... lol)