There are certain people in this life that think they are above it all. That means superior to the likes of you and me. They seem to have a need to debate a subject, just for the sake of it. I secretly believe that they do this to have conversation, or in order to stir things up.
Writing is best done whilst in a chair as it is easier to type this way. However, after doing the wordsmith tango with a few of these instigators, I find that my temperature and temper starts to rise. There comes a time when I could explode and reach through my monitor to squeeze their throats. Just a wee bit, you understand. Wouldn’t want to ever injure anyone, just stress my point … that not everyone thinks the way you do and that sometimes being an jerk is off-putting.
This photograph expresses the inner turmoil I sometimes feel when going head to head in these talks. Like it is time to blast off and leave Earth for a time in order to find my sweet self. I have no need to apologize for feeling this way, but I was raised to reflect a sunny disposition. I suppose Sunny will be back tomorrow. Time to blast off!
This morning I was using a tool to break a pill in half. The plastic shield that covers the sharp razor slid down and I thought to pull the plastic back into position. Unfortunately for me, I jammed my thumb into the razor’s edge and sliced into it really well. OUCH! Wasn’t my first thought and it took a good while to stop the bleeding and to try and keep pressure on it while attempting to wrap it and tape it with clear packing tape. Afterward, I had to sit around holding my hand above my heart and applying pressure. I guess it is time to cook dinner because my tummy is hungry.