My friend remarked as he made the turn into his building this morning.
He sensed combativeness in me.
And as of this writing, there is no need to be alarmed, I have yet to reach the level of “Moe”.
And I promise, if I ever see myself going to that extreme, I will sound off bells and whistles and flares first.
My combativeness is actually complete, unmitigated frustration over several issues.
Which the normally cheerful-glass-is-half-full Susan Snippets doesn’t deal well with.
After fighting-like-hell-for-my-life, this is where I get partially stuck.
I envision those around me thinking “Why is she complaining? For God’s sake, is she not happy to just be alive?”
For the record - put me at the top of the list for being elated to have survived.
One of the issues I have to deal with is financial - mortgage payments; a car-that-runs-fine-but-won’t-pass-emissions-until-that-stupid-check-engine-light-goes-off-only-after-getting-it-repaired-with-money-that-I-am-currently-going-to-be-pulling-out-of-my-BUTT, and the list continues....but I will choose not to chase you all away with more negativeness.
Some Susan Snippets' background....
I was raised in an old school type of home.
My father worked EVERY DAY to support his wife, who has never had to work outside of the house, and his 8 children.
So I grew up seeing a mother at home, supporting her husband and family with all that she did, but my working-outside-the-home-ethic was groomed by my father. He raised us all, sons and daughters, to be self-supportive.
So at 14 in my middle-child-always-trying-to-pleaseness, I got a job and became financially self-sufficient.
That has been my story ever since, until now.
And I don’t like it.
It doesn’t sit well within me.
I get frustrated.
I get angry.
And I guess, at times, come across combative.
But in this process I will come up with a plan, this I know.
again, no worries, I won’t go moe.