I hate having things to dread. Dread is such a stressful emotion. There isn't much you can do to change it. And, yes, the actual event is generally not as bad as the weeks of stomach cramping agony you put yourself through, but that knowledge does nothing to alleviate the feeling of impending doom.
I hate being interrupted when I am telling something I am excited about, especially when I am interrupted - not once - but three times... and never asked to finish my story.
I hate being the third wheel. That is happening more and more often lately, even when I started out being the first wheel who planned the event.
I am sick to death of everything coming back to my weight. Everyone has a comment on it, and it is considered to be the root of all my problems. I can go to the doctor for a sinus infection, (or in this case, a pap smear) and we have to have a big discussion about my weight. I swear, if I have cervical cancer, it is not because I am fat.
I hate that drugged up feeling of not getting enough sleep.
I hate when I know that I am on the verge of blowing up and I know if I do it, I will regret it wholeheartedly, but I also know how good it will feel for about 15 minutes.
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HUGS!!!
I am sending you a smooch whether you fucking like it or not!! so there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P
Ditto what Mel said. Well, okay--not a smooch, but a sideways hug. Or maybe a quick full-frontal one. I hope you feel better....
I love ya, Nattie.
Many, many big hugs are being sent your way.
I tell you what, I've been in those circumstances before hating a job so bad it started to make me depressed. I've heard that depression is just anger turned inward.
Anyway, I hope things improve for you. :)
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