There are so many rude people out there in the world I have realised… from people you meet to people who elbow through crowds. Then there are those that walk backwards… straight into you then glare at you like it was alllll your fault.
I used to be rather meek about that sort of stuff. Used to utter a quiet giggle and apologise (even if it really wasn’t my fault). Now I’ve started to speak up a bit. The odd "Excuse me?" usually elicits a response… I now toot that car that sits at the green light for longer than 3 seconds just because she MUST finish applying her mascara. Sometimes I get the finger and rather than silently fuming under my breath i’ll drive next to them and shoot them a look.
Today I cleared a few really revolting people off my fave’s list. Glad to be done with. Rude, rude rude people. You’ll all know well enough who you are. Can’t speak up and tell me there is a problem??? Ahhhh of course… well you have a nice life then ok?
What else makes me angry? Indecisiveness. Yep… My sister has been indecisive for most of her life. Can’t make up her mind what to do or where to go… When she finally DID make the move to travel overseas we were all rather dumbfounded.
How can it be so damn hard to make up your mind, then stick to it? Why are so many of my friends stuck in a non-commital phase that renders them helpless? Bah… I might have once backed off without saying anything and then silently fumed to other people, now I actually confront them and try to find out why it IS such a problem…
The heat is making me vent my ire. The children are spitting water at each other outside… Sacha tipped a jug of water on my dining room carpet… Mike is in a filthy mood in the lounge because I called him out for being irritating. No… irritating isn’ thr word. Harsh? Yep, that’s it. Lately he’s been harsh… to everyone. I knwo it’s hot… HELLO? I’m here too as hot as the next person. Our house is mimicking a sauna very effectively lately. The fan spins and shoots out hot, musty air… BUT pissing me off by raising your voice and banishing the kids to their bedrooms for relatively minor offenses really shits me. They’re kids… they’re hot… they handle it just about as well as we do. SO now if he tries to get all pissy I’m just gonna tell him to sit down… unless I think his raised voice is warranted.
What really peeved me? The fact that my mother didn’t want me coming around last night for my uncles last night in Melbourne was pretty much it. The previous invite for a BBQ was thwarted at the very last moment when she decided that she didn’t want to kids coming over. "It’s too hot." NOOOOOOO KIDDING? AT least SHE has air conditioning. We had to suffer the heat all on our own. The there was the invite to go up the Marysville for NYE. One of my dad’s clients (and long time friends) owns a massive hotel up there and periodically he inites us up. Mum thought it a great idea to invite me up (in the place of my brother who had chosen to stay in Melbourne for NYE) and then change her mind 10 minutes later. Now if i’d never been invited I wouldn’t have gotten my hopes up… But it REALLY gets my goat when an invite is cancelled because someone has changed their mind. Pffft.
I just got called out by my mother. She rang from Marysville to say hi and explain why she didn’t want me over last night for that BBQ. I told her it wasn’t appreciated since I hadn’t cooked anything in anticipation of dinner at hers. In her best "you understand" (no I don’t) voice she told me that Anni and David needed a quiet night alone. Ahhhh that’s it. Cool. So I probably won’t see them for 2 or 3 years but hey, that’s cool. Then she asked me how I was coping today. Today? Ohhhhh lovely. It’s 42 (108) degrees… I’m coping like anyone else would cope. With sweat dripping down my face and my patience wearing thin. I told her I was contemplating going to a NYE party…
"Yes Mum, without Mike. It’s one of my nursing friends. They don’t want 2 kids coming so it’s kind of difficult since we do’t have a babysitter…"
"But how can you want to go without Mike?"
"Well Mum, it’s not like I WANT to go without Mike, it’s more that this is how our life is… we can’t go out together since we never get any volunteers for sitting, therefore we are forced to go out seperately."
At this point I really felt like rubbing the salt in. You know, the bit about Mike and I not having gone out to dinner in 18 months… or the fact that our 1 year wedding anniversary will no doubt be spent at home whilst we twiddle our thumbs.
But I didn’t. Instead I wished her a Happy New Year and hung up.
So I’m hot and just pissy. I felt like venting a little.
I didn’t think I’d submit 3 entries on one day… but when there is nothing else to do but wander aimlessly around your volcanic residence in the hope that someone or something will save you… it’s really the only thing to do.