So, today is a new day. Easter is gone, and I will gladly say that I have stepped away from the ledge. Last night I came to grips with my life. I have accepted the fact that from time to time, this world likes to shit on you. This whole shitting on you view is new to me. It has happened in the past, but nothing like as of late. I have to question it, though. Is the world shitting on me more than in the past, or am I starting to get tired of it? Before when something would go wrong, I would just say “Oh well, that is in God’s plan…”. Now, when something bad happens, I become angry…I tremble. I crave beer or some other form of numbing solution.
Yesterday was by far the maddest day of my life. Yesterdays outburst was the culmination of months of being shit on. Sorry to spray the shit, but I had no other place to go. I wrote that I would post why my Easter sucked. I touched on all of it except the fat momma of all reasons. The one thing that was said that ruined not only my Easter Sunday, but my work Monday too!
A family member snapped at me and said something in a joking manner right at the end of Easter Dinner. Funny thing about it was that she was the only one who thought it was funny. The words paraded out of her mouth without thought. If ever in life you could have a sound effect button at your disposal to play a sound at the exact moment that it would illustrate exactly what happened, I could have used it during Easter Dinner. The sound effect I would have chosen was a train crash. The moment the comment left her mouth, I heard train brakes screeching and then the moment switched to slow motion. I looked at my wife and the look went from “That was funny…” thinking that someone was making a joke to “what the hell was that….?” after her brain digested what had just soiled every square inch of her frontal lobe, and then everyone looked at each other and you could taste the tension in the air. Then, the crash….
I wanted to ensure that the individual that made the comment about me understood that what she had said was downright the dumbest attempt at humor ever. My wife told her that what she had said was not nice and that it pretty much ruined Easter Dinner and I immediately stood up and left the table. I will not say what she said to me in this blog, for fear of enlarging my hypothalamus, (technical terms are fun!) but I will say that it was singlehandedly the meanest, most rude thing anyone could ever and has ever said to me. Especially infront of her and her husbands family which I am not close with.
To sum up my Easter, and this will be the last thing I say about my wonderful holiday. When we got home around 9:15 pm on a Sunday evening, my wife offered me a beer.
She has never offered me a beer. She won’t even get me a beer if I ask her too while lying on the couch during a critical moment of football. This single action confirmed every reason I have ever had for marrying her.
Two quick funny “shit on” stories from yesterday. I was in training at work yesterday. I was scheduled for two seperate different trainings on the same technology, but a beginners course and an advanced course. I attended the beginner and then the advanced. It wasn’t until 20 minutes into the advanced training that I realized that it was going to be covering the exact same thing we covered in the beginner. I raised my hand, and in a very “I am being shit on right now, aren’t I?” voice asked if there were going to be any different points brought up that was not covered in the beginner training. He said no. I said “Is there any reason for me to be here if I was in the first training?” he said “No.” I would have preffered for him to have said “No, guy, why do you ask?” He wasn’t even a good presenter. Why would I watch him present the same info twice? There were many of us that were tricked into attending, though. My anger from Easter allowed me to speak up and call him out on it, which I wouldn’t have done in the past. From here on out, if I sense being shit on, I will call the shitter out!
Second “shit on” story. When I got home from work last night I stopped by my mailbox to get the mail. I went inside and one of the first pieces of mail I opened is from a credit collection agency from Bloomington Illinois (where I went to college). Apparently, a phone bill went unpaid from 7 years ago, and now they want me to send 240.00. Are you kidding me? Can someone grab my right nut, because the squeeze on the left one just isn’t enough! So, now I get to deal with people that have a middle school education to try and find out if this debt is legit or not and whether it is even worth me paying it since it has to be bordering on some sort of statute of limitations.
My next post will not be so angry….I promise! I have been dying to post about my flip cap issue in the shower….stay tuned!
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