Rant number 234
For the first time this evening, I feel like I've taken a breath - figuratively speaking that is.
Several weeks ago, as I'm sure you are all aware, I broke my car - and a sheep. All in all, that was not a very nice evening.
The proceeding weeks have passed in a stressful haze of hard work, a rather large car component scavenger hunt - and what feels like a constant bus journey. Not to mention my fucking bunged up ear! Which still hasn't gone away.
Today however, the garage fitted all the parts I'd accumulated, I started a couple of days holiday and I was finally able to release forth a sigh of relief.
Stress hangs on in the background, affecting how you feel, affecting your emotions, shortening your tempter and impairing your judgement.
I've had some bloody awful days over the last few weeks. Partly due to the days in question being bloody unpleasant of their own right (for do not problems follow problems as a universal & most fucking awful truth) - but also because my reactions to those days were less tempered than they may have normally been.
Don't get me wrong by the above by the way. I've not gone soft on you here. I'm still a miserable bastard and that shall not change. The point I am making however, is that I have been more likely to be a miserable c*** than usual.
Stress is a poison in that way. It sits on your back, like a miniature rain cloud - feeding on your negativity and that of those around you. Each mole hill becomes Everest - and Everest becomes insurmountably and unimaginably high. It want's you to stay trapped in a dark place and finds portents of doom in the simplest of places.
That's why something like my car being fixed was needed to push that monkey off my back, and kick it in its shrunken and prune like genitals.
Now, if I could just get my ear to work again - I'd be back to my 'normal' level of stress and annoyance.
Rant over.
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