Much ado

I've been in a funk lately that I can't seem to shake. Usually I can ignore it and pretend that things are fine, but recently it just seems that no matter what is going on, whatever this is is drawing it's life from every breath I take and keeping me from enjoying life. Things upset me more, stupid things that I shouldn't even care about, and normally wouldn't care about. People who I hold dear to my heart are annoying me, and it's about such stupid, trivial things that I should be able to reason myself out of the frustration I'm feeling, but can't. And I want to say something to them, to say, hey stop being so flippin' stupid, but then I think, if I say something, then I may lose their friendship, and that's not something that I'm ready to do. And it's not like I can vent about it here, because they read this, and the issues that are bothering me are specific to them as individuals, so they would know I'm referring to them, and then either be pissed at me for being pissed about it, or be pissed because I was pissed and blogging about it rather than bring it to them directly. So I don't say anything, bottle it up, and let it fester. After all, it's what I do best.

For those of you that care, here's the pics I said I'd like from the picnic yesterday. Not too exciting, but enjoy.

There's more I could write about, but I just can't pull up the motivation to do it. I'm too busy being angry at myself for being a chicken shit.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I barely recognize anyone in those pictures but they were good nonetheless. And of the ones I did recognize... well, some things never change.

Hey, how many CDS managers does it take to set up horseshoes? HAHAHA!

Oh, and if it were me who pissed you off, I say blog it to the world! If we can't vent about each other to each other via a blog, then why do we even have 'em???
April 14, 2008 at 3:26 PM
Anonymous said…
P.S. You made everyone look so good ;) but only cause you're a great photographer!
April 14, 2008 at 3:29 PM
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