Not sure why I ever leave my house….
Do you ever, not realizing it’s that time, get your period and have the day before make so much more sense? It’s like, Ohh that’s why I ate 5 no bake cookies, 3 pieces of dark chocolate, half a bag of life saver gummies and was unreasonably emotional for most of the day.
There are some things I do not understand. Like those incessantly positive people who never complain about anything ever. I know you know these people. They greet you with a cheery hello everyday at your workplace, they give you words of encouragement after you receive a failing grade on a test, they recite optimistic, cliche sayings to you when you’re bummed out, and while these people are nice and almost always mean well, I mostly just want to slap them in the face. These are also the people who have a hard time picking up sarcasm and are impossible to complain-joke with and I’m sorry but too-nice people are almost never funny. And just let me say so you don’t get the wrong idea, that I am not a pessimistic grump. I hate people who are unhappy all the time too and would also like to cause them physical pain. But the thing I do not understand about the prior category of people is how they behave like everyday is made of rainbows and sunshine when that is simply not the way things are. Not to sound preachy, but it’s dishonest in a sense and the fact that they’re lying to their me or peers doesn’t even matter ( it’s annoying but unimportant) but by pretending to be only full of joy at any given moment of your life, is to rob yourself of feeling a full range of human emotion which is important for what I think are obvious reasons. I think that most people should be and deserve to be and should try to be happy at all times of their lives but when you wake up late and you look like shit and you get a flat on the way to work and don’t have time for a cup of coffee I think a person is entitled fully embrace all the very unpleasant and real feelings that these events would invoke and not shrug it off and smile. So don’t tell me to “stay positive” when I don’t get that job or act like everything is fine when your boyfriend dumps you for that really skinny girl with good hair and teeth because sometimes shit just sucks and you should let it.