The Dinner rant

It's not that I cannot do it. Whatever life throws at you, the best of us roll with the punches and through gritted teeth, we get through it or get it done. As for me, I whine and complain and crawl my way to the finish line. Get there in the end I suppose.

It's just that sometimes, when you are feeling too much like an octopus, and spreading yourself a little too thin like I have these past few days, that you begin to unravel. And it is always a tiny incident that sets you off in your best Captain Haddock rant. 

I can take it if you pile me up with work and then more work to keep me occupied every hour of the day, even on rest days and nights and at the same time I am committed to social or family obligations that you can't turn down without sounding like a real prat. Then just add in all the drama and troubleshooting you have to handle for those you love, which is fine cause you rather they turn to you then call the suicide hotline. This is not to mention all the errands you have to do because you are you. So what if you don't remember when it was you had a proper 7 hour sleep. So what if your phone or emails don't seem to stop. All that you take it, because that's Life and the joy of being alive. Yippee. And after all, it is always better to be busy than idle. 

BUT after all that and the endless battle of trying to be a good person despite of everything and also a poor version of Wonder Woman, all you ask is that your efforts be soothed by a kind word or a loving embrace, telling you, hey wonderful... you're doing a good job. I am proud of you. 

Not all of us are that lucky. In the absence of that what you hope is that at the very least, what you snack on would at least be edible. That's all. But nooooooooooooo... of course dinner cannot be what it is and I am so sick to the stomach of the food that I sit here wondering what the heck is all of this for when all the king horses and all the kings' men cannot even sort out a decent meal. URGH. 

So piss off world, you suck big time.