You Don't Get To Be Crazy

Today, I was crazy.

Today, I felt sad about things that I couldn't put my finger on. I was angry at people for no reason. I tried to pick a fight with my husband.

Then I read about a Twitter pal who recently lost a newborn son after losing twins last year. I felt such intense sadness for her. I got mad again, but this time at the universe for being so incredibly unfair to people deserve so much more.

Then I felt like a total shit.

Because no. Just fucking no.

You don't get to wallow in the self-pity of abso-fucking-lutely nothing when there are people who are going through worse and finding an occasional smile. Life is hard sometimes. Sometimes your clothes don't fit. Sometimes your day doesn't go as planned. Sometimes things are shitty.

And you have to fucking get over it.

Because things could be shittier. Life could be harder. You could be grieving or in physical pain.

Obviously, the "you" in this situation is me and no one else, and I'm not talking about biochemical illnesses that are real, treatable diseases and totally out of the control of the sufferer.

I'm talking about me being a bratty, selfish shit who has work to do and a life to live and, well,

...Ain't nobody got time for this.

 Time to put on my big girl panties and remember that there is way more in the universe than my widdle feelings.

Also, I probably need to eat something.

As always, it's hip to be sqaure (and ridiculous), kids.