Crab Nuggets in Aisle 4

Typically, most days, I love what I do.

I mean for like 18 out of 24 hours a day, I love what I do.

That's pretty good I think.

I hear a lot of people pissing and moaning that they hate their jobs.  Hate is a pretty strong word, right?

I suppose you get where I am going with this.

But there are just some times where I'm driving and it's quiet and my head wanders and I am talking to myself and, and....and.....

I come up with things like:

"I'm fairly smart and creative, why can't I just start my own business?"

or

"There's got to be more to my life than just this."

I guess I tend to wish that I could figure out how to do something I love and get paid for it to the point where it just doesn't feel like work.

People have been just down right crabby lately.  Customers, co-workers, bosses.....you name it, they are CRABBY.

To the point where I can't stand to be around any of them.

It is hard for a person who has depression to keep her shit in check with all of the negativity flying around.  

If I could run a business from home and do what I love without dodging crab nuggets all freaking day long, that would be just great.

Maybe I just need a vacation....or a margarita......or both.

sigh

Single Like Sliced Cheese

Love lasts for but a moment like a ripple on a small, solitary puddle.

I fell in love not just once, but twice.  Both times left me scarred and broken.  The second, I have yet to heal from.  The first has chosen to resurface but I am numb.  I choose not to respond.

I was married twice but didn't love once.  A sad fact.  Perhaps I had hoped but love to come  Hard to say, it was a long time ago.

Love is difficult, love is blind.  Love is a fickle bitch.

I am reminded of my failures by the candy coated bullshit that graces store shelves.  Reminding us that the day of love is just around the corner.  I want to scream and pull the pink and red from the aisles, tossing it to the floor, where my heart once laid.

Perhaps I am bitter.  Love failed me.  Love was hidden in lies and promises.  I no longer trust love.

I am single like sliced cheese.