Friday, October 23, 2009

Thursdays Trying Day

Today my stars said...............
The day will most certainly be stressful and you will most likely be irritated. Try to use this day to your advantage and try to get your life back in order!

Oh come on! Are you serious? Certainly stressful does not equal most likely irritated!
Most likely should be replaced by - a guaranteed home runner of frustratingly, nearly aggressive, could be considered irrational, irritation.

I love how my stars have no faith that I can survive the day, as it just says try to get your life back in order! It doesn't shout Go Do It Jayne - YOU CAN! It just meekly says try!

I hate getting irritated. Even the word kind of whines and gets at you, like a rash that the skin version promises.

When I feel irritation building up in me, I work hard to push it away. I do all the things, breathe, count to ten, close your eyes, eat a do nut. Nothing works if that irritation really wants to invade. It has powers all of its own.

The bad type is the irritation that arrives suddenly. Bam! I'm here. The sudden irritation carries a hate list and can find fault in everything. Smells, noises, voices, clothing you are wearing, your hair and it's main object of desire - other people. Wow, does it not like other people and all things concerned with being in a community.

For awhile I worried that I was getting a touch of road rage. I used to politely poke my tongue out and wave like the Queen if another driver chose to disagree with my style of driving.
Then, on one angry day, I actually gave the finger to someone. I shocked myself and would have gone into confession if a box popped up on my back seat with the Pope inside.

I am British and we do not really do the finger - so on my first attempt I was not convinced that I was showing the correct finger weapon. In fact I was probably showing off that I was married. So anytime I give the finger, there is a mad shuffle as I attempt to display the correct one.
Also, I can not help but think of finger puppets. Maybe I should knit some, specifically for this release of anger.

Also to note, I am short, in height as well as temper it would seem. Being short, I am one of these drivers, who if you are behind me, you cannot see me. The bus of kids declare, look that car is driving itself! I imagine my car and I look like Herbie. (That's showing my age.)
Anyway, the fact that I'm hidden allows me a greater sense of confidence in my road rage. It is never witnessed anyway, so I could do whatever I want!

My main occupation in the car is to sing. I sound like Aretha Franklin/Annie Lennox/Celine Dion/Every Broadway Star/Madonna and Debbie Harry. Well, in my car I do!

I am, no doubt, to singers, what an eighty miles per hour car is to a slow squirrel.

Favorite Song of The Day: Rebel Rebel - David Bowie
Favorite Food of the Day: Asian Sesame Chicken Salad - no, do not fear. I'm sure this was just an experiment and not a sign!

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