there’s something about being irritated that’s all a little addictive. it builds up and up and then the irritation/serotonin(?) keeps you on this high and wanting more. i got irritated a few times the past day or two and have let it all flow out in my rambles and raves.
and then eventually it got to the point of acknowledging that maybe i will always be irritated, and that finding ways to live with it is better, rather than letting it take over my whole mental stability. which means also being able to live with people in my life, and not get irritated all the time by things being done differently, or not how i’d imagined they should be done. crazy thoughts hey?
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I hear you with this one. I came back from the UK and watched Benjamin Button on the plane, and for a while I was in Benjamin Button land, calm, loving, unflappable. Now I am back to my irritated ways. Damn I hate being irratated! Its so annoying!!!