Perhaps It's Time to Bring Back Nap Time
Edgy? Yeah, I've been feeling a little edgy lately. Things that grate on my nerves:
- Car doors that linger open for too long. Even if they're not beside an empty parking spot, doors are made for closing! Yes, it's irrational to get annoyed by that. Such is my mood.
- That feeling when my socks are slowly sagging down to my ankle. You know how I feel when that happens? Remember that scene on Pinnochio when Gepetto's socks are sliding down and the cat keeps rubbing up against his legs? Like that.
Or like suddenly my legs have been transformed below the knee into pale, wrinkly old lady legs with flesh colored socks with no elastic, and that the sock suspenders I usually wear aren't doing their job.
- That feeling when my dry skin snags fabric. What the heck? My skin's never gotten this dry before. Perhaps it's due to aging. I'm nearing my mid-twenties you know. But argh! Could there be a worse feeling? It's worse than running into a spider web.
Or hearing metal eating utensils scrape on plates.
- Crowds. Especially when the crowds are so bad that people actually bump into me. Haven't you heard of personal bubbles, people? You have germs, all of you! Worse germs than I do, I'm sure of it.
Obviously, I need me a weekend.
- Car doors that linger open for too long. Even if they're not beside an empty parking spot, doors are made for closing! Yes, it's irrational to get annoyed by that. Such is my mood.
- That feeling when my socks are slowly sagging down to my ankle. You know how I feel when that happens? Remember that scene on Pinnochio when Gepetto's socks are sliding down and the cat keeps rubbing up against his legs? Like that.
Or like suddenly my legs have been transformed below the knee into pale, wrinkly old lady legs with flesh colored socks with no elastic, and that the sock suspenders I usually wear aren't doing their job.
- That feeling when my dry skin snags fabric. What the heck? My skin's never gotten this dry before. Perhaps it's due to aging. I'm nearing my mid-twenties you know. But argh! Could there be a worse feeling? It's worse than running into a spider web.
Or hearing metal eating utensils scrape on plates.
- Crowds. Especially when the crowds are so bad that people actually bump into me. Haven't you heard of personal bubbles, people? You have germs, all of you! Worse germs than I do, I'm sure of it.
Obviously, I need me a weekend.
