Actually, Oscar’s girl’s name is Grungetta. LOL. I am kinda her (without the unibrow). I’ve been SO cranky and moody lately. NO…I’m not on nor am I expecting or over a period. Women ARE allowed to have moods that have shit to do with their womanly hormones. (see how snappy I am?)
I think I’m just going through a time where my patience wick is so very short and so easily sparked. The slightest infraction can send me into O_O mode. I’ve given at least three to four people that look today at work. I WANTED to say STFU…but that is highly inappropriate. To say that I was racing against time to get home is an understatement.
I remember being the kind of adolescent and young woman who adored physical company. I still do…except for lately, I adore it sporadically and briefly. Take my Joy. I love visiting my girl. I told her today that after being there for a bit…I’m ready for my own bed and space. The moment I get home? I miss my friend and want to return. I wonder if it’s a programmed sense of understanding that the weekend ends and that Sunday is dedicated to rest and preparation for the coming week. I guess it’s easier to just prep your mind for home rather than put off what has to be done.
I just feel irritable. My tolerance is getting lower and lower for people who don’t know how to be up front. I can’t deal with adults who play emotional games. I also hate when I say someone is cool and they prove me wrong…not to ME, but to whom I said they were cool to. I gotta learn to quit vouching for fools. I am also a woman who respects boundaries. I hate when people enter into my space, whether spiritual or physical and don’t regard the lines I’ve drawn. Back off man! I guess it comes down to the fact that I need some alone time. I put myself in time outs when I get like this. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings…and I don’t want to get mine hurt either. Oh, yea…you thought when you snap and become curt with people that folks just let you? Some, yes…but most know how to fight back. Especially, if I love them…all I want to do is maintain the friendship and take my little mini-siesta. Some people take that personally and think it’s about them…others know that I’ll return to my loving self. I’m so grateful I have the kind of crew that is more like the latter.
I’m sure it’s just a “moment” and that I’ll be okay soon. It’s nothing deep. When you’re as receptive to people and their stuff as I can be…it’s only natural that I get overloaded and need to download and decompress.
Well, let me go back into my can. I’ll morph back into Kween ANY moment now.