Breakdown
Last night I had a slightly minor to severely major mental breakdown, depending on who you ask. I'm on the fence about the whole ordeal. I may have blacked out. That or I'm too ashamed to remember.
Anyway, lately I've been having some issues with the CTA. Mainly, the people with whom I share the CTA. Because clearly it's MY mode of transportation and I am so obviously being the generous and gracious one in allowing other passengers to ride on my train. This is where the problem stems, I presume. It's just that I am beginning to despise these people, really for no reason at all. Just their mere existence annoys me to no end. And I recognize that this is a problem. I've admitted it, which is the first step I think. So there's that. The next step would probably be to chill the fuck out, but I'm not there yet. It's just that I see the same people. EVERY. DAY. And they all infuriate me. And all for their own uniquely frustrating reasons. It's odd.
So then on top of all of my neurotic public transportation issues, we had to go grocery shopping. Yeah. Let's throw the angry, impatient chick in a grocery store filled with thousands (it felt like, at least) of indie hipster yuppies and a brand new check-out boy and see what happens. I mean, SERIOUSLY. We were waiting in line three times longer than we were actually shopping. After about 5 minutes, I was all, "Babe. I am in a very bad place right now. I'm serious. I think I'm losing it." And he was like, "Do you need the keys to the car?" And I was all, "Um yeah. But I can't leave you here. All alone." And he was all, "Yeah. That would be way harsh." And then I'm all, "But I may die. Right here. In Whole Foods. Aisle 3." And he's all, "Look, abbe, the suns coming up." And I'm all, "OMG. It is. What day IS this?"
20 minutes later (for reals):
Check-out boy [VERY confused look on his face]: Ummm, what are these?
Tilly: Green beans.
COB: Ohhhh. Yeah. Heh heh.
Tilly: ?
COB: And this?
Tilly: An apple.
I'm not even (really) joking. It was that bad.
I'm lucky to be alive. (And so is he, come to think of it.)
UPDATE: Stealing from Julie's idea, because she's the coolest, I just checked to see what I was up to this time last year and OMG! The surgical shoe! The AwkRoomie and AwkDog!! Ahhh, memories.
Anyway, lately I've been having some issues with the CTA. Mainly, the people with whom I share the CTA. Because clearly it's MY mode of transportation and I am so obviously being the generous and gracious one in allowing other passengers to ride on my train. This is where the problem stems, I presume. It's just that I am beginning to despise these people, really for no reason at all. Just their mere existence annoys me to no end. And I recognize that this is a problem. I've admitted it, which is the first step I think. So there's that. The next step would probably be to chill the fuck out, but I'm not there yet. It's just that I see the same people. EVERY. DAY. And they all infuriate me. And all for their own uniquely frustrating reasons. It's odd.
So then on top of all of my neurotic public transportation issues, we had to go grocery shopping. Yeah. Let's throw the angry, impatient chick in a grocery store filled with thousands (it felt like, at least) of indie hipster yuppies and a brand new check-out boy and see what happens. I mean, SERIOUSLY. We were waiting in line three times longer than we were actually shopping. After about 5 minutes, I was all, "Babe. I am in a very bad place right now. I'm serious. I think I'm losing it." And he was like, "Do you need the keys to the car?" And I was all, "Um yeah. But I can't leave you here. All alone." And he was all, "Yeah. That would be way harsh." And then I'm all, "But I may die. Right here. In Whole Foods. Aisle 3." And he's all, "Look, abbe, the suns coming up." And I'm all, "OMG. It is. What day IS this?"
20 minutes later (for reals):
Check-out boy [VERY confused look on his face]: Ummm, what are these?
Tilly: Green beans.
COB: Ohhhh. Yeah. Heh heh.
Tilly: ?
COB: And this?
Tilly: An apple.
I'm not even (really) joking. It was that bad.
I'm lucky to be alive. (And so is he, come to think of it.)
UPDATE: Stealing from Julie's idea, because she's the coolest, I just checked to see what I was up to this time last year and OMG! The surgical shoe! The AwkRoomie and AwkDog!! Ahhh, memories.
posted by Tilly at 1:06 PM
3 Comments:
I kinda miss AwkRoomie
Aww. Another one of my friends said that the other day. You both have no idea how much I DON'T miss him. But I do miss AwkDog.
I've been having road rage recently. I know all I have to do is chill the fuck out but I can't. And when I get home from work its all migraine city.
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