Buses shouldn't run red lights.
I like to use the saying, "when shit hits the fan, it hits it hard" [whether it's a real saying is debatable]. I'm happy that it's now officially Monday, and that the weekend is over. Most Saturdays and Sundays are normally okay. Ranging from tolerable to really fantastic, this weekend was less than stellar. I believe I spent most of it disappointed, angry and and also experienced rather uncomfortable chest pains from what I think was a case of severe bottled up rage mixed in with a little sadness-- none of which is probably healthy.
I don't think I want to dwell into the details of why I was so upset this weekend, but that maybe with a little consideration and thinking, a lot of bullshit could have been avoided. I'm okay when plans change, get cancelled or even when promises are broken when they're for good reasons. But for someone who does her best to be considerate of other people's feelings, schedules and whatever else it might be, I don't know why I always get the shit end of the stick. How would you feel if you were promised something, made sure again the night before that it was going to happen and then the morning of it was cancelled because of someone's sudden laziness and lack of interest? And then how would you feel if you thought about all the other things you could have done that morning, but didn't because it was too late? Or that you were stupid enough to put this thing first when you probably should have known better? Maybe, just maybe sensitivity and common courtesy is overrated?
Today wasn't much better-- however I did get to end the night at a concert with the New Pornographers. Unfortunately I had to leave a little early, but I'm happy that the last song I was there for was my favourite song. It was the one thing that was the highlight of my weekend. That and the conversation I had with the cab driver. We chatted about music, Canadian rock, and his hope for more stable finances and to find time to play the guitar again.
I really do hope this week will be better than this weekend. Not that my expectations are high, but maybe with smarter thinking on my part, I can help myself become a happier person.
I don't think I want to dwell into the details of why I was so upset this weekend, but that maybe with a little consideration and thinking, a lot of bullshit could have been avoided. I'm okay when plans change, get cancelled or even when promises are broken when they're for good reasons. But for someone who does her best to be considerate of other people's feelings, schedules and whatever else it might be, I don't know why I always get the shit end of the stick. How would you feel if you were promised something, made sure again the night before that it was going to happen and then the morning of it was cancelled because of someone's sudden laziness and lack of interest? And then how would you feel if you thought about all the other things you could have done that morning, but didn't because it was too late? Or that you were stupid enough to put this thing first when you probably should have known better? Maybe, just maybe sensitivity and common courtesy is overrated?
Today wasn't much better-- however I did get to end the night at a concert with the New Pornographers. Unfortunately I had to leave a little early, but I'm happy that the last song I was there for was my favourite song. It was the one thing that was the highlight of my weekend. That and the conversation I had with the cab driver. We chatted about music, Canadian rock, and his hope for more stable finances and to find time to play the guitar again.
I really do hope this week will be better than this weekend. Not that my expectations are high, but maybe with smarter thinking on my part, I can help myself become a happier person.
posted by Miss Pow @ 12:13 a.m.
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