February 20th, 2002

Owl Side


I have officially decided that feeling ick is full of goo. Stupid goo. Stupid goo-inducing ickiness. It really does make me grouchy. And smurfing short-tempered. I hate it normally when I'm ignored by someone. Being sick *and* being ignored makes me doubly smurfing pissy.

Grar. People. People and their people-ness. It's a good thing I know non-People.
Owl Side


I wonder why it is that I continue to be irritated by haughty words and dismissive tones. Surely irritation should be a voluntary process once you realize what it is exactly that's irritating you. Though also, I wonder why it is I keep pursuing interaction with those who irritate me in such a fashion. Optimistic, perhaps? I'd like to think so. Idealism, maybe. I keep wanting to forgive, but it's so smurfing difficult when they're consistently aggravating.

The obvious thing to do would be to cease interaction. But I have small obligations still, and I stick by them. Until I can justify it otherwise. And since said obligations are so small, it'll take a lot before I can justify. Plus, I don't want to give up the chance that one day they'll stop being so smurfing prissy and we can have decent interaction.

It's more than idealism, and less. I simply want harmony again. It doesn't have to be a huge smurfing operatic duet, but this constant dissonance is really unpleasant.

Stupid smurfing People.