2 posts tagged “crabby”
So, why is it when you are crabby and you know you are crabby and you know it is in an unreasonable crabbiness and you decide to take yourself away from everyone by staying in your office all day leaving everyone alone and being alone with your crabbiness----that the people you are protecting from yourself still manage to get angry and upset because you are crabby. BUT, you haven't taken the crabbiness out on anyone---you've hidden away in a room all by yourself---just so you wouldn't inflict your sour mood on others.
You, even say things like: "no thank you." and "please" but it doesn't really matter...because you are ticked about nothing---so they are ticked because you are ticked.
gah!!!
I hate me right now.
hooooo boy am I crabby!
I'm behind at work.
I don't feel well. All I want to do is take the day off and do nothing. NOTHING!! But doing nothing is impossible for me unless I am wiped out with a migraine. I want to just sit on the couch or lay on the bed and not do a damn thing! I don't want to cook, I don't want to clean, I don't want to work, I don't want to do anything!!!!
Why can't I do nothing? Because if I do nothing, then nothing will happen. There won't be any food cooked, there won't be any cleaning done, the puppy won't get taken out, the puppy mess won't get cleaned up....it will all still be there waiting on me to get up and do it. Not to mention that I'd just be another day further behind at work. ~sigh~
I know this is hormonal...I know it is, I go through this feeling of I'm the only one that ever does anything every few weeks. I get mad and pissy...but after a few days I get over it. Nothing changes and then I'll get all mad and pissy all over again.
A never ending cycle....and I get selfish....wondering why I respond to so many people while so few respond to me. Sometimes I say to myself forget it no one cares anyway but then I try to remember that I'm not posting for others, I'm posting for me....but some feedback on certain heartfelt posts would be nice...
oh well; I've said it before and I'll say it again: Life sucks. I wish I were dead
