Are you mad at the world? or is the world mad at you?

if it was only the world, pah! The whole dang universe hates the guts out of me :)

I must be the luckiest person on earth. The world loves me, and visa versa.

In my world, everybody hate each other, I just watch while having some popcorn :P

You know what the shrinks say, if something or someone bothers you, it is your problem.

That said I know exactly what you mean, it is sort of like the glass half full or half empty deal. Or Abe Lincoln saying people are just about as happy as they want to be.

There I have used all my relevant platitudes. Platitudes always annoy me, I hope I didn’t make you madder!

I’m not mad at the world, just a little pissed off that one of the dogs peed on a kitchen cabinet tonight and my son helpfully pointed it out while tracking it all over the kitchen.

And I’m a touch put out that I spent two hours making dinner (a Scottish soup called “Cockaleekie”) and I’m the only one who really liked it. My husband refused to eat at all, my son tried a small serving and went off to make ramen noodles, and my daughter said “Uh, yeah, sure, it was good, but what was that stringy stuff?” and then went off and ate a cereal bar.

The dogs liked the soup, though.

Happy Mother’s Day, Feh!

You probably need to relax. Sounds like things you have no control over are causing you the most stress. You should learn to accept some of the little things you can’t fix, or take a few steps to avoid them. You’d be surprised how much easier traffic might be to deal with if you leave 10 minutes earlier than you usually do. Hate waiting in line? Bring a small, but good book with you if you know there’s going to be a wait. No food at the party, make a quick run to the corner store for a light snack to tide you over.

We make our own luck.

Someone needs a chill pill. :)

Seriously though, I think everybody has their moments (days? weeks?) like this. Just take a deep breath, and try to remain calm. When you can’t, vent a little (in private) and continue on.

No, not today anyway – today was harmonious and beautiful.
I spent it in the forest, hiking here with my son.

As I was climbing the cliffs my sunglasses fell off my tshirt neckline, and a nice lady hiking further back retrieved them for me even though they were way out of her reach, and it was kinda risky for her.

I’m not mad at anything, and if anything or anyone is mad at me, it doesn’t matter. I have my Prozac and Xanax prescriptions, nothing can get me down or bother me. Pharmaceuticals are my friends!

Dude, it’s you. “To change the world, change your mind.” It really is as simple as that. I used to have days like you described all the time. Now, I get stuck in traffic, and I see it as an opportunity to listen to music a little longer before I get to my destination. Once I get there and there is no food that I was expecting, I see it as an opportunity to save on caloric intake, so I can have an few extra sausages at my next meal. Life is what you make it. If you decide it is a bad situation, then it is.

As some other people said, change your attitude. There was no furniture to sit on and nothing to eat? You were blessed to be surrounded by family, and lucky enough to experience only short-term hunger. Think of the many, many people who spent the day alone and truly hungry. There are bumps in the road, but life is good, my friend. :)

That was a great movie – “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World”

The world is not mad at me. I’m not mad at the world. There’s kind of like no point. I’m too small for the world to notice, and the world is too big for me to be mad at.

I do have moments of extreme frustration. This weekend, I dropped my wife off at the theater so she could get tickets, and then I went to try to find a parking place. I thought I knew of a garage nearby, but I got stuck in a line of traffic that was moving so slow, it took me ten minutes to go a block. It’s like five minutes past starting time. I drive around, and there are no places. So I get this feeling of anxiety that scares me, because it feels like I’m going to have an episode of depression, and I really don’t want to have any kinds of episodes, because I’m trying to get off of one of the drugs.

Around and around, I drive. I see a garage and start to turn in, and then I notice the sign saying it’s full! I can’t find a garage anywhere reachable, and I can’t find an on street space, so finally, in desperation I drive further and further South, and maybe ten of fifteen blocks away, I find a space. It’s a quarter after. It was supposed to start on the hour. I knew it wouldn’t start then (it was a show by a friend, and these things never start on time), but surely by a quarter after. So I start jogging, and I’m in sandals, and these are not shoes you want to jog in.

I am pretty pissed, but, interestingly enough, I have become resigned to my fate. I’m doing the best I can. Well, here’s the thing. The world is better, because when I didn’t have a space, I thought I’d drive around forever and miss the entire show. At least now I have a chance of catching some of it. Then I get there, and there are two friends in the lobby, one of whom is the husband of the performer, and I can’t believe it. The show hasn’t started yet, so I walk down the aisle, find the seat my wife has saved for me, and the lights dim. It’s as if they were waiting for me.

I could have done without the anxiety. I used to be worse, worrying in traffic. I’d race my engine speeding from one light to another, even though I knew it wouldn’t make any difference. The light would be red, anyway. Somehow, racing the engine and screeching to a halt made me feel a little better.

I’ve learned not to take it personally. Shit happens. I’m still practicing not letting my blood pressure rise, and I’m getting better at it. At least I didn’t race the car this time. Now, if only I can learn to be calm in the face of anxiety-producing moments. Zen, and all that!