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Rebellious youths grow up to be grouchy curmudgeons. This fact is becoming apparent to me as I enter into the month in which I turn 35. I am not bursting from my cocoon in a bright display of feathery wings to loft myself onto a gentle breeze. I am writhing forth to eat all my other siblings who are not fast or mean enough to either get out of my way or kill me.
Whereas in rebellious youth stage, I got depressed, apparently in curmudgeon stage I just get irritated at the world for days at a time. Basically, for the last few days/weeks, I've felt like there's some kind of subsonic invisible, wailing kid in my head with the end result being that I walk around in a constant state of crotchetiness. I want to punch almost everyone I meet in the nose after about five minutes. I have to work hard not to be mean. I want to be mean in a grumpy kind of way. I want to steal lollis from babies. I want to pat short men on the tops of their heads. I want to compliment ladies on their boobies and objectify them. In short, I am fit company for neither man nor beast.
The reason that I am telling the forum this is to explain why I haven't been posting much and also to apologize to Icarus for not saying something in his Jai Lai thread. Nothing personal, Icky.
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You're probably getting hugs from objectified Hatrackers in the hugs thread, if it makes you feel better. The nice thing about people is the remain themselves pretty consistently, so when you come out of your funk the world will be none the worse for it
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Storm, welcome to the neighborhood! We've been gleefully awaiting your arrival. We await everyone's arrival gleefully, as we love to share in our general crankiness. Help yourself to beverages in the kitchen (just don't expect any of us to get up and get you anything), and then join us out on the front porch where we'll be griping about the young kids on their bikes and in cars with the music too loud.