I got out of bed on the wrong side today. I had hung my trousers up to dry inside out, so they hung strangely and needed an emergency iron. The top that I’d decided to wear hadn’t quite dried, and the replacement top required different underwear. And to cap it all off, when I went downstairs I had to locate, by smell, the mouse that the cat had hidden three days ago.
So, frankly, today I am irritated by everything, and am going to vent all the little niggles of the last few weeks. This may well offend you. You may well choose to unfriend me on facebook, stop following me on twitter or unsubscribe from my blog. You are welcome to do all of these things. Or you could just stop reading now and save yourself the effort.
It was a tragedy. Many things are. Get over it. Move on.
Update your status….I’m pretty sure I know who will
Good for you. I, categorically, won’t. Not because I don’t sympathise with you, but because I’m buttoned up and repressed. Expressing feelings so openly makes my skin want to crawl across the room and emotional blackmail makes my hackles rise.
Sponsor me for doing this amazing challenge
I think that it’s admirable that you feel strongly enough about a cause to raise funds for it. In my time, I have done sponsored events, and they haven’t been nearly as impressive. But your choosing to do the challenge puts me under no moral obligation to donate to your cause, so lay off the guilt trips.
You can only control your own actions
If people don’t do what you want them to do, then let it go. By all means explain to them why it is important to you and why them doing it would make you happy. But if they then choose not to do it, then don’t get bitter. Either learn to live without it, or do it yourself, or find another solution. If you’ve led the horse to water and it isn’t drinking, then shouting at it is unlikely to improve the situation.
Pick your bl**dy feet up
Because if you drag them within hearing range of me, I may chop them off.
Use your indicators
Most cars have them. Driving a monstrously large car makes you a monstrously large car driver, not an accomplished telepath.
Stop driving / cycling / skateboarding the wrong way down my one way street
Especially when I am driving up it. I may run you over, and that would be bad.
Stop asking me how I am
I’m fine. Just like I was the last 78 times you asked.
Thank you. I feel better now.