It does get better ... It does get better
Sep. 30th, 2002 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseAfter work, I thought about Mrs. X, and how sad and pathetic her life must be, if all she can think to do is piss all over people and whine about every damn thing in the world.
If I had a choice between remaining where I am - living comfortably, taking pleasure in little things - and happy, or to be well-off, with considerable material possessions - but miserable, I'd much rather be in the former.
It's more fun to take pleasure in things like a good haircut, friends, family, and taking trips around the country. Sure, a tin of Smith's Rosebud Salve isn't some bauble from Van Cleef & Arpels, GE Reveal Lightbulbs (the best lightbulbs in the world, IMHO) aren't a Cartier watch, and shopping at Target isn't the same as shopping at Tiffany & Co., but it doesn't matter.
Sure, I might have my gripes about things, but I don't go around pissed at the universe, acting as though everyone owes me a living and must kiss my ass at every turn. Behind the occasional grumblings, I am a happy person. :) Just like anyone else, I have my bad moods - I've snapped at people (but felt remorseful afterwards) and pitched temper fits in private. Sometimes, I just want to be left alone. Like one of my favorite pins says, "Cruel, Nasty, Neurotic, Paranoid, Antisocial - But Basically Happy".
Give me my Effexor, a Cinnabon (I *heart* those things ... even if they do have eleventy billion calories), a few hours of down time, and a humour collection (any of Dave Barry, Tony Kornheiser or David Sedaris' books works - even The Onion is appreciated) and I'm a very happy girl. :)
It's gotta suck to be the kind of person that would hear that and probably find ten things to gripe about with that scenario. And it might go a little like this:
"Effexor? What are ya - a nutcase?" (Fuck yeah, daddy. Nuttier than a Christmastime fruitcake, actually.)
"You *actually* think Dave Barry/Tony Kornheiser/David Sedaris is funny? Jeez, you are wierd!" (Really? At least I can laugh. Unlike others.)
"Cinnabon? You're already a fatass - what do you need that shit for?" (Fuck you. I'll eat a Cinnabon if I want to - it's a rare treat, thankyouverymuch.)
"Down time? What do you need down time for? So you can turn into a lazy ass?" (No ... it's to get away from the prattling of whiners like you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my Effexor, a George Carlin book, and some Frozen Lemonade awaiting me.)
If I had a choice between remaining where I am - living comfortably, taking pleasure in little things - and happy, or to be well-off, with considerable material possessions - but miserable, I'd much rather be in the former.
It's more fun to take pleasure in things like a good haircut, friends, family, and taking trips around the country. Sure, a tin of Smith's Rosebud Salve isn't some bauble from Van Cleef & Arpels, GE Reveal Lightbulbs (the best lightbulbs in the world, IMHO) aren't a Cartier watch, and shopping at Target isn't the same as shopping at Tiffany & Co., but it doesn't matter.
Sure, I might have my gripes about things, but I don't go around pissed at the universe, acting as though everyone owes me a living and must kiss my ass at every turn. Behind the occasional grumblings, I am a happy person. :) Just like anyone else, I have my bad moods - I've snapped at people (but felt remorseful afterwards) and pitched temper fits in private. Sometimes, I just want to be left alone. Like one of my favorite pins says, "Cruel, Nasty, Neurotic, Paranoid, Antisocial - But Basically Happy".
Give me my Effexor, a Cinnabon (I *heart* those things ... even if they do have eleventy billion calories), a few hours of down time, and a humour collection (any of Dave Barry, Tony Kornheiser or David Sedaris' books works - even The Onion is appreciated) and I'm a very happy girl. :)
It's gotta suck to be the kind of person that would hear that and probably find ten things to gripe about with that scenario. And it might go a little like this:
"Effexor? What are ya - a nutcase?" (Fuck yeah, daddy. Nuttier than a Christmastime fruitcake, actually.)
"You *actually* think Dave Barry/Tony Kornheiser/David Sedaris is funny? Jeez, you are wierd!" (Really? At least I can laugh. Unlike others.)
"Cinnabon? You're already a fatass - what do you need that shit for?" (Fuck you. I'll eat a Cinnabon if I want to - it's a rare treat, thankyouverymuch.)
"Down time? What do you need down time for? So you can turn into a lazy ass?" (No ... it's to get away from the prattling of whiners like you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my Effexor, a George Carlin book, and some Frozen Lemonade awaiting me.)
