While annoyed and pissed off have always been my default emotions, I learned some techniques for being like that and still enjoying life. (If this makes no sense to you, that's OK. Bear with me.) And I thought I was doing pretty well.
Now, I'm annoyed and pissed off and I'm starting to regress to a point in my past when I was completely unable to share those moods. Which annoys me and pisses me off.
I'm getting snippy and bitchy (more than usual, in a less entertaining fashion) and I keep having the urge to get pissy ON THE INTERNET for the love of Cthulhu. I can't even tell if other people are really being annoying, or if I'm just annoyed because I'm annoyed.
Well, sometimes I can. Sometimes people are trying to be annoying. (I really really really want to rant about this. I'll try my best to save it for coffee gossip.)
My only solution, at this time, is to blog about being annoyed, instead of sharing the annoyance. (If I've already managed to annoy you, sorry.)
I don't know if this is maturity, or just a stand-off with my own desires.
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