I have noticed in the past few hours that my poor attitude is improving, and it has a lot to do with interacting with people. Not the people who have made me angry or who have let me down this past week, but people who are just as busy as me and have hectic complicated lives.
You see, my outlook on things have been pretty bleak for the past seven days. I can actually pinpoint the moment when it went downhill, but I'm not airing that on the World Wide Web just yet.
To be pissy for seven days straight is very difficult. You have to ignore the pretty sunsets, the smiles on children's faces and the warm, reassuring feeling of a really good hug. Oh wait, I haven't had any of those....
Time for a hug.
It's been a lot of effort to ignore the sunsets because our neighbor to the West is on fire and it makes for some pretty spectacular reds and oranges.
And the children...well they're not smiling because they've got some pissy attitudes as well. It's not their fault.
My baby Shay turns 12 in two days and he's not happy about the whole birthday thing. Not because of puberty (he's there, by the way, and that makes me bummed out a little. o.k. I'm actually bummed out a lot) but he's unhappy because his dad promised a very cool present then backed out of that promise. Gee, thanks, dad. Now I have to pull a rabbit out of my rear and get this birthday out of the crapper. Maybe I can sneak him into Kokomo's. Lil Jon is playing there this weekend.
