So how ironic is this?
Just as I’m about to write about the lovely Spring, it gets overcast and starts raining. Sigh . . . I must admit, I was as ecstatic about the rain as a desert creature, it hadn’t rained for like 3 months or something, and for someone who has a garden to look after, it’s fucking rad that mother nature can just rock up and babysit for you!
How’s it that new additions to a situation inspire some type of negative emotional or social indulgence? Like the new friend in a group kinda starts the Queen B’s spiral of uncontrollable bitchiness or the new employee inspires the manager to be an uber-bossy-bitch (followed by the rest of the employees).
It’s actually a disturbing pattern. Even worse when no one wants to be confronted about their behavior and in that way, everyone is just forced to walk around pissed the fuck off and out of their element.
You know, if you’re not ever going to talk about it, it’s never going away,duh.
Then we pretend like nothing’s wrong but when we see someone in a shit mood we ask, “What’s wrong?” knowing very fucking well that we don’t want to fucking hear it.
At least some have the guts to confront it, we need mutual guts to find a solution and in the end we all just need to grow the fuck up.