Sulking- let me act like a three year old quickly

 

I'd really like to throw myself on the ground and kick and scream to get my way just for a few moments. Maybe I can throw a tantrum in an adult fashion. Is this even possible?

Dear World,

Ever since I can remember I've been intrigued by you.

You were once flat. People use to sail on a ship and get to your edge and fall into an abyss. That theory seems to suit me better at the moment.

Now, the theory implies you are round, circular-- you are a silly globe. Which, as mentioned earlier, is circular. Circular implies infinite, never ending. Which incorporates distance. 

I'm no longer intrigued by you, Mister/Miss World. In fact, I'm perturbed by you. You are more of a hindrance than anything.

For example there are 103 rivers, 30 lakes, 13 seas and four oceans. 

Additionally, there is one major bay, the Hudson Bay in Canada, and one major gulf, the Gulf of Mexico in North America.

And if you do the math, that is 152 major bodies of water.  

Thanks, I no longer care that I want to sail the ocean, raft the nile, etc etc... 

but instead I have 10,346 miles to conquer. 

I only have 2 legs and limited funds. I wasn't created with wings or anything cool like that.

My new theory, there is a portal bridge that hasn't been discovered. 

I'm off to continue my Columbus mentality. 

World of many wonders, If you fail me-- you and I are going to live a bitter co-existence. 

Sincerely,

an angry human being

(one of the 7 billion) 

long distance you can bite the dust 

ps. don't even get me started on my other problems with you and the problems you've caused through time. 

blowing off steam

the other day i was nannying and there was this tv show where a guy and a girl were in a room and had the oppurtunity to write down everything negative/everything they hated on the walls of a living room. at the end of their rants, the could destroy the room as a therepy.

what i would not give for that type of therapy.

i have been so busy and have not been able to stop being angry.

last night was the icing on the cake...and it was all silently in my head .kind of.

so with a bottle of wine i began packing.

three more months.

ugh.

Oh what a day,

and so it goes:

wearing my sunglasses in an airport,  My eyes are very light sensitive at the moment

i look like i'm crying, Maybe because my eye won't stop watering

my eye hurts,  Pretty sure I have an abrasion on my eye

walking around aimlessly because I can't see signs,  I forgot my glasses in California and can't where contacts-- I'm blind. I couldn't even order the drink menu at a coffee shop.

flight's delayed,  Yes, please prolong the fact that I need to go to Urgent Care/ the ER

and why yes I would love to finish my burnt mocha, Yep, bad coffee is my favorite thing 

I don't want to even begin the discussion on how my mother worked the entire time while I was in Indiana and the day she calls in is the day that I can't do anything besides sit in a room  

On a plus side, my wallet fell out of my bag and a man found it for me. But I couldn't see anything when he pointed at it. Oh yes, what a day. 

and it's not even ten o'clock yet.

I am that cool.