An Executive Decision

Melodic Muse of the Moment:
Mad World by Adam Lambert

Me-Pulling my hair out

Why is it that when I get pissed off, most of the time the only person I bitch to is myself?

 I'm watching tv, our goalie is so far out of the net that they could drive the zamboni behind him, & the other team scores.  I scream at...the tv.

I'm in the car, listening to some great '80's hair bands & some idiot decides NOT to stop at his (or her) stop sign at a four-way stop when I have the right-of-way.  I start flailing my hands & yelling...to myself.  (they can't hear me with the windows closed & by that time,  they've already flown right past me & don't care)

I finish reading a blog post & before I comment, I like to read some of the of the other comments. (Everyone does this, right?)  I see a comment that really pisses me off.  This doesn't happen often. But,  I don't hijack the comments (or the comment writer's blog).  I sit & bitch & complain...to myself.

So, this has brought about an executive decision.
 

By jove, I think I've got it!

When I was young, I wrote in a diary.  When I got older,  I journaled & still do every so often when I feel like putting a pen to paper, literally.  To me, there is still something magical about the written word on paper. (Note to self:  Blog Post)  Where is my Evernote widget???  
Now, I have a blog.  This is my diary, my journal, my Outlet!!!  I have somewhere to let loose my ramblings & ventings.  (now spell check is starting to piss me off...lol)

My Executive Decision is to bring some of my complaints here.  My posts won't all be about how awful something is & I won't be on here every five minutes because so & so just got on my nerves, but I am giving myself somewhere to leave unleashed feelings of frustration.  Much better than bottling it up & having it explode when I least expect it.

So join me in the exploration as I release my inner rantings & possibly some raves as well.

Unfurling my knotted babushka,

Collette