No rest for the wicked

It has been such a huge, huge week for me.

A day course last Saturday, trying to get the weeks worth of washing done on Sunday, school canteen on Monday, TJ home sick on Tuesday, cadets on Wednesday, school athletics carnival yesterday, then school canteen again today followed by CJ’s speech at assembly and TJ getting two awards.

Then I got home this afternoon to discover that I’d run out of kindling so had to chop wood.

Then when I went to make tea I discovered that we’d run out of potatos.

It’s too cold to go out.

Besides.

I’m stuffed.

And I’m cold.

And did I mention I’m tired?

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And the fucking cat keeps jumping on my keyboard making my screen flash and change and leaving me with garbled gobblydedook in my text box.

I might be a little grumpy as well.

And then someone told me that my bluntness intimidates them and then went on to say that they were sure I was snorting at them saying that. I wasn’t. I know some people find me intimidating. I know some people think I have ‘attitude’. I know some people think that I’m a lot tougher than I am because I can be fiery.

But then some people take this tendancy to be blunt as being uncaring of others feelings or of not caring what they think.

Which isn’t the case at all. I just don’t see the point in mincing words in difficult situations. I don’t see the point in dancing around subjects without ever getting to the heart of them. I don’t see the point in prolonging unpleasantness in long winding conversations.

I can be tactful.

But I’d rather say my piece and be done with it.

Or wash my hands of it completely.

Life’s too short to waste on bullshit.

This apparently makes me a not very nice person.

wv `l;. and there goes the fucking cat again. *taps cat on the butt*

The reality is that I don’t have much patience for crap. I have no tolerance for drama. I have no energy for game playing. It’s not that I don’t care what other people are thinking or feeling. It’s more that I have lived through too much shit to be bothered playing along with more now.

I know I can seem harsh, but I need to protect myself.

I know I can seem hard, but if I didn’t laugh I’d cry.

I know I can be fiery, but if I wasn’t passionate I’d have lost everything.

And perhaps before people judge me, they should take a walk in my shoes.