I’ve been fighting with some anger issues lately.
Call it aggression from being celibate, or high protein dieting, or switching to decaf, or being bone-tired and muscles aching from working out so much, or even the hormones I’m taking and combine that with sugar deprivation and low carbs and a helping of PMS– whatever.
The end result is a short fuse.
No tolerance for anything hinkey. At. All.
I’m not rolling well with sketchy, or vague or needy or passive aggressive or victimy attitudes. I’ve got no tolerance for unsolicited advice, or people getting in my business, or general nosiness of purpose or people trying to “mommy” me.
I haven’t got patience with slow people, ornery people, entitled people, fidgety people – fuck – I just don’t have patience with people in general.
Whether this is PMS or part of the overall conditioning and general pain/exhaustion, I dunno.
But I am getting pretty desperate and something’s gonna give – I don’t know what it will be first. A chocolate milkshake, a bottle of scotch or a booty call.
Maybe I’ll have an all nighter and get all three done at once.
Or maybe I’ll have to add kickboxing to my list of new workouts.
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My fuse has been a little shorter, lately, as well. And I don’t have anything to blame it on except maybe an increasing case of “Get of my lawn!” syndrome as I get older.
Oh no! Really, Logan? You’ve got the “Get off my lawn” already?? But you’re so young