Bitch, bitch, moan, moan

Can you smell the dissatisfaction in the air?

I'm stomping these keys to death, mad about another round of inaccuracies/misunderstanding/misconceptions aired by my micro-management non-proficient boss.

It wouldn't be so bad IF he spent a moment using some rational thought before spouting off at the mouth. But he doestn't. And that misspeaking pisses me off and before you know it, I'm in a heated exchange about something fairly trivial. This continues on as long as either one of us pushes it because neither of us is willing to back down. Something about that alpha male/alpha female thing. Anywho, we've now reached the point where he's backed himself into a hot little corner.

He wrote me a sadistic memo pointing out all my shortcomings and I followed up with a alibi-tight diatribe of the wonders of me. Everything is official and documented from hereforth. Now he KNOWS I'm not backing down and so this leave-when-he-wants-to, casual man has forced his hand and in return, become a prisoner to the system. HA! Ha! Ha! I can see his muscles quivering with want to be out of here...

Ha! Ha! HA! I don't know about you, but I sure feel better now.

Till next time, keep on keeping on however you are keeping on...

Peace out!

dreamscapes

Before my divorce, I was rarely a dreamer. I zonked out and woke up X number of hours later with no recollection of past lives, action, adventure or horror on my mind. But not now...

Now, it seems like I'm dreaming constantly. Nearly every morning I wake up with a dream hangover--images of something flitting just beyond my conscious mind. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't uneasy and anxious at times. If I didn't feel like a significant event had happened while I slumbered yet again.

Maybe I'm anxious about this new single mother status I have. Or maybe it's the lack of companionship. Or maybe it's me existing in my own denial and knowing the wall is developing a crack thanks to a new friend. All I know is, it's the unknown.

Peace out!

Dragged 1 inch from insanity

Don't you wonder what the hell goes across other people's minds? I mean, why the attitude, irritation, and/or perverseness that exudes from a microcosm of cells that somehow overthrew the rest of the rational brain?

Now that is not to say that I view all humans as walking, talking bags of irritation...but a lot of us fit into this category. Hell, I'm in it myself at times.

Solution?

I'm convinced that if we all just take a moment to sit down naked...yes, you've got to get down to the nitty-gritty...and peer into the depths of our brown/blue/green/yellow/red eyes, we'd find out what the heck is eating at our souls. What incident, person, place or animal has a "Sleeper Hold" on our happiness psyche. Then, and only then, will YOU be able to change.

Face your fears...cause no one else can do it for you. Times awasting!

Sydney Molare
www.sydneymolare.com