You know those times, like the captains Sunday morning alarm clock fiasco, where everything seems to rush at you faster than light itself? I've been having one of those years. Then on top of that, it only takes that one little insignificant thing to set you off. That, always, without fail, results in anger. My anger entails opening that box that contains hurtful things and then emptying it as quickly as possible in whatever order happens to come out. Like rummaging through an old chest of clothes. I did that today, on two people. Neither deserved it, luckily one shot back with the truth. Funny thing about the truth, it hurts, but also acts like a cold glass of water in the face of a three year old child in the throws of a tantrum. Why am I writing this? Many of you know that on certain occasions I have shown the ability to go mental (mainly brought on during stressful band rehearsals). Today I think I actually looked over that ledge and saw the dark abyss that lies below. I DID NOT like it. No need for shock therapy here. You get a grip, and you fix it. Little lapses of insanity are, I hope, a soft reboot of the psyche. I apologize to those people that got in the way of my inability to cope.
I do agree with Jeff C. though, I need a vacation. A vacation in which I dont have to think. Yeah...hahaha, I know, I work for the school system, isn't that a vacation where I dont have to think? I need a small cabin, in the mountains, good snow fall, stocked fridge, big fireplace and high speed internet. That should do it.
manteca
