Irritable. Yeah, I might be irritable sometimes.
Today I noticed my snippiness when I saw a car parked where I usually _don't_ park.
What's that? What am I talking about?
I usually park by the trees rather than the garage. Parking by the garage makes it more difficult for other people to get out of the driveway. It is my allotted spot. I choose not to use it. But! My neighbor, who has her own parking spot, her husband, who used to live out of town and isn't even supposed to be there, he's using my parking space!
Is it irrational? Oh yeah. You bet it is. But it's my spot. And his car is in my way. And it's dark and his car blocks the light that spills on the driveway so then I really, really can't see in the dark and I'm out there with my hands in front of me as I shuffle forward...and I just spent time with my grandmother who is convinced that things should be a certain way. Whatever it is, she knows how it's supposed to be.
And I think that maybe I'm her! I'm shuffling around! I can't see well! I'm cranky about things that don't matter! I know how things are supposed to be!
So, I think the moral of the story is this: I'm irritable and full of baloney, among other things.
I'm going to write a column for the newspaper and convince people of how witty I am. Just like all those people who write about themselves and think they're amusing...oh.
Posted by dotty at October 19, 2005 11:57 PM