Bad Day.
It's only 11:30, and I'm having a really bad day.
I lost my schedule and my two favourite pairs of socks. The schedule I can just make another one of, but the socks are annoying because I go hate losing things (especially when I have to recollection of when or where or how I lost them). Also, now I have to go buy new socks, which just reminds me how very very poor I am.
I had to haul myself out of bed to go to an 8:30 class this morning where I heard my professor rave about TS Eliot's 'The Waste Land'. I loathe the poem with every fibre of my being, but it is my professor's research subject, a poem which she has "read obsessively" since she was fifteen. So not so much with me criticizing the poem openly.
Blarg! I am angry and sad and frustrated. And I'm also angry that I'm so angsty about such little things. I feel weak for needing to complain like this.
posted by bento at 8:38 AM
2 Comments:
I think sometimes you need to be more open about your bad days. Everybody has them. Even people who live in Happy Fairy Land have bad days. There's nothing wrong with it. Just because you have most of your major limbs doesn't mean you have to feel guilty because there's people out there that don't, y'know?
11:27 AM
You're right. Being me, though, I forget which of my angry-complainy comments are in my head (99% of them) and which ones are out loud. So I always feel like I'm complaining too much. But it did make me feel a lot better to post my frustration.
11:46 AM
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