One of my favorite sayings or quotes is "Go until you get to the end and then stop!" I swear, that's the best advice I ever read...and it came from a children's book by Louis Carroll.
I thought about ending my angsty blog and starting a new one. I've actually fallen in love with this blog...this one. I started to end it and start a new one but I have decided to extend this blog by starting a new one. I have decided to blog everyday for a year and call it a year in the life of my angst or angst too.
That's a catchy title. I am going to blog everyday for a year. Even if it is just one little eentsy teentsy word and an exclamation point or period or question mark... I will try to write something everyday.
Try.
I realize that I will never get to the center of my angst...it's just too damned big and everything causes me ass itches in this messed up world we live in. I've decided also, that I AM my angst...now how the heck do you get to the center of that? well, saying that I AM my angst is kind of exaggerating. I can with much certainty say that I am the source of my angst. Everyone is the source of their own angst. The the majority of us won't admit it. I can prove it. Just get up in the morning. Go straight to your bathroom mirror and stare at yourself for sixty seconds... See?
There is not an emotion expressed that does not begin within the individual. How difficult a is that to pill to swallow.
I find I get frustrated a lot at work. I feel like I work with the clueless group of people that I ever worked with in my life. More clueless than my coworkers at the infusion center that I worked with years ago that I was unjustly fired from. I thought they were the most clueless people I had ever met. That's not to say my coworkers are dumb. They aren't. They just have no vision... no clue. Why am I stating this? Out of frustration.
I get frustrated when I want things to be a certain way and find out that not only are they not that way, but that it is pushing the very limits of reality (and sanity) to ever think that they will ever be the way that you want or even think they should be. (I realize that this is a very long sentence and that most Americans disdain long sentences. I guess because most Americans are illiterate).
Well, I guess I'll turn in and lie down and take my daily weekend nap and blog tomorrow.
Luv ya
I thought about ending my angsty blog and starting a new one. I've actually fallen in love with this blog...this one. I started to end it and start a new one but I have decided to extend this blog by starting a new one. I have decided to blog everyday for a year and call it a year in the life of my angst or angst too.
That's a catchy title. I am going to blog everyday for a year. Even if it is just one little eentsy teentsy word and an exclamation point or period or question mark... I will try to write something everyday.
Try.
I realize that I will never get to the center of my angst...it's just too damned big and everything causes me ass itches in this messed up world we live in. I've decided also, that I AM my angst...now how the heck do you get to the center of that? well, saying that I AM my angst is kind of exaggerating. I can with much certainty say that I am the source of my angst. Everyone is the source of their own angst. The the majority of us won't admit it. I can prove it. Just get up in the morning. Go straight to your bathroom mirror and stare at yourself for sixty seconds... See?
There is not an emotion expressed that does not begin within the individual. How difficult a is that to pill to swallow.
I find I get frustrated a lot at work. I feel like I work with the clueless group of people that I ever worked with in my life. More clueless than my coworkers at the infusion center that I worked with years ago that I was unjustly fired from. I thought they were the most clueless people I had ever met. That's not to say my coworkers are dumb. They aren't. They just have no vision... no clue. Why am I stating this? Out of frustration.
I get frustrated when I want things to be a certain way and find out that not only are they not that way, but that it is pushing the very limits of reality (and sanity) to ever think that they will ever be the way that you want or even think they should be. (I realize that this is a very long sentence and that most Americans disdain long sentences. I guess because most Americans are illiterate).
Well, I guess I'll turn in and lie down and take my daily weekend nap and blog tomorrow.
Luv ya
