While I’m genetically all woman, thus prone to PMS and whatever convenient excuses we clever creatures come up with to allow mood swings and erratic behaviour, I don’t always indulge in blaming science or other people with how I feel.
However, the recipe for disaster, I find is as simple as how I make happiness.
See, I am happy as long as there are happy things going on around me and to me. It really takes a lot to make me unhappy, because I find it easy to amplify any small bits of happy, to just make it overthrow any other feeling(s).
But unfortunately, this is life, and not all is fair. While I am trying to make best of every little bit of happiness I am left with, sometimes bordering on and borrowing thankfulness, everything else, just decides to go wrong.
Work deadlines, expectations not met and plain selfishness of others do get to me.
It usually breaks down to me feeling extremely pissed with anything and everything, and it is when I know that I need a dose of happy, to get me back on track. Unfortunately, happy can be a bit hard to find. After all, to me, happy is the default feeling, and everything else just tries very hard to claim a slice of the pie.
So, what’s wrong? Nothing. Nothing that is even worth making something of. I’m just feeling extreme WTF from bits and pieces of small things, that make up to a mountain of extreme WTF.
If I had my way, I just want to sit here and sulk to my hearts content.
Alas, contrary to popular belief, I am quite responsible and I do not want my actions to contribute to others’ extreme WTFness.
Everyone has them. And I guess it’s ok.
