I'm pissed that some guy in the Chick-Fil-A parking lot was an ass to me over nothing.
I'm pissed that there are people out there who whine and moan about DEATH PANELS! DEATH PANELS! THE GOVERNMENT IS GOING TO KILL OLD PEOPLE!, who would gladly put their 18-year-old senile cat out of its misery, but when they're confronted with my husband's step-grandfather who had no mind left in his head and who slowly starved/dehydrated to death in a hospice, that's just fine and justified and a dignified way to die. Wow. Dignified. Yeah. The last time I checked my facts, starvation and dehydration are actually painful, no matter the state of your prefrontal cortex, and in no way dignified. I call that torture. God forbid we, as a human race, make his or anyone else's passing less, ahem, painful with a few extra cc's of opiates. But, by all means, give the magic injection to Sparky the family Labrador who can no longer walk and isn't sentient.
I'm pissed that I can't get 9974-AKE out of my head over a year later.
I'm pissed that some people put their own dreams and desires ahead of those of their family and children.
I'm pissed that I get ahead in one area of my life and another area goes to the wayside.
I'm pissed that a couple of people bad-mouthed my peeps to some well-known TV personalities and said personalities were, let's say, less-than-friendly to said peeps at the local sci-fi convention over the past weekend. What is this, high school? Wow, because I actually thought this was a trying-to-be-serious field of research, not the cafeteria.
I'm pissed that a family member whom I adore and cherish has had her heart broken and I can't do a damned thing about it.
I'm pissed that some people read blogs and can't abide by the mantra If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. They would rather spew hatred and nastiness on someone's heartfelt words instead of taking care of their own house.
I'm pissed that it's that time of the month.
I'm pissed that I obsess about every. little. thing, all the time, and that the tiniest of issues will get me down. Constantly. And that I can't just say Fuck it.