Who Does That?

Who Does That?

Not to be confused with B asking me “Why do you do that?”

Who is stupid enough to send a planner on a Friday, at the end of the day for a meeting next week with a vague generic subject line?

Rhetorical question

But Really?!??! You couldn’t wait until I was gone for the weekend?

Who Does That?

Mean evil masochist who wants me to worry for 72+ hours.

Like it or not, in the absence of evidence people make stuff up.  Human nature wants to assign a reason to everything.  Without thinking too deeply, we fill in the blank when details are left out.  Just how our brains process things.

I hate that I do that.  I am an anxious person.  Always have been, always will be.

I know in my heart this … this stuff is inconsequential.  I am likely deflecting about this bullshit to avoid facing other bullshit that needs my attention.  Change is inevitable.  To me, change is GOOD!  I am very easily bored which is why I am always on the lookout for something new.  Somehow feels very personal, even if it isn’t. Guess it’s about time for me to put up or shut up.

Though as the saying goes, Don’t you cut off your nose to spite your face.  

Yippee Ki Yay Muther Fuckers.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Calgon take me away.