I am about to write a tirade on what a bummer it is to have negative people around and then I realize what a negative-person-statement this is. How do I whine about negative people without being negative myself? Regardless, several people have contributed to a general buzz-kill today. I had a fun morning--met an aunt and uncle for breakfast, did some errands, made chit-chat. But when my work day started, POW! Phasers of negativity came shooting at me and my force field was weak--too much fun can lower the force field, you know. One guy, a real Eeyore, replied to my "hello" with the words--and I kid you not--"well this is going to be a shitty day." Thanks!
We changed the schedule today and it seemed to make more people grumpy than happy. People rely on routine, on sameness, on regular meals and bowel movements and such. But, except for bowel movements, I am mostly irregular. As an adult, I have seldom kept a regular bedtime or wake time. I eat meals at different times. I don't have chores assigned to different days of the week or weeks of the month. Really, to a tidy person my life must look like a train wreck.
Anyway, I was really enjoying my irregular morning and I'm still a bit pissy that people pissed on it. I wanted to snark back at them but instead tried to remain polite and pleasant. That was a waste of time. They were spoiling for an argument, I think, and it made them madder to receive courtesy than disdain. The changed schedule involved a trip that I was not going on, so at a certain point, I retreated to an unused room and just waited it out. They finally left. Free! I was free! Free to enjoy life again unencumbered. It's hard to salvage a damaged mood, but I have done it. The rain outside the window is beautiful, saturating the late spring green. The friend sitting next to me is funny and smart. It's all good.
So, what is the point of this blog entry? Well, it doesn't really have one. It is written for no purpose. Eeyore, Eeyore, go away. Come again no other day. Rain, rain, come to stay, moisten humor every way.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from grumpy people.
What did General DeGaulle say when he saw the grumpy people coming over the hill? Voila les grumpy people over the hill.
What did Eeyore say at the Berlin Wall? Ich bin ein grumpy person.
