Someone please shoot that monkey
July 26, 2010 § Leave a comment
I don’t deal with disappointments well. This affects everything in my life, from seeking out relationships to choosing where to go for dinner tonight. Of late, I’ve managed to control my temper to such an extent that I’ve fooled lots of people into thinking I’m quite Zen. I’ll let you in on a secret: that’s only because I’ve managed to avoid disappointments as much as I can. That includes not making any plans whatsoever especially if it involves other people. Well this month hasn’t gone too well for me. I got bad news after bad news after bad news and there’s no end yet in sight. My most important plans have dissolved like salt in water and I’m about to go on a major, major rampage. Not wanting to end up in some isolated prison in the Sand Globe in my last few days here, I’ve opted out for the easiest and best option: canceled all my plans except for the ones I’ve had to pay for and book in advance: namely, my plane tickets. So, I’m off at exactly 00:50 on Friday morning. Where and what happens next and with whom I leave entirely now up to The Fates, dem bitches.
Tagged: oh fuck it