It occurred to me that my first post should explain why I’m so cranky since crankiness has become my go-to mood. At what point did this “condition” set in? Where did things go wrong?
Happy childhood; formative school years; the Disco era. Loving family and very patient, sweet husband. Ups and downs throughout adulthood but overall nothing tragic. Things I wanted to do or accomplish but didn’t get around to. C’est la vie. We all have those feelings. In 2012, I realized that I hated my bitchy boss and what my job had become so I quit in a flash of grandiosity! Self-retired, I like to call it, and I don’t regret it at all. It’s very nice not having to answer to anyone. The problem with having lots of spare time is that I’ve become acutely aware of the many things that drive me crazy and I spend lots of time dwelling on and complaining about these myriad things. Lesson to self: stopping to smell the flowers makes one realize some of them are quite stinky.
In this modern age, computer geeks have given us a wonderful platform — the world-wide web — to express ourselves and I intend to take full advantage of this technologyy. I will expound on a variety of topics over time, probably repeatedly, as new infractions against my sensibilities occur. So, if you’ve ever had the urge to smack someone, slam into the rear end of an SUV, or scream obscenities at the top of your lungs, you’ll understand what I mean about the highly contagious disease known as “Chronic Crankiness.” I think it’s taking on epidemic proportions, particularly in people of a certain age, specifically baby boomers, who have to put up with the annoying behavior of all subsequent generations. Join me in expressing dissatisfaction with the 21st century.
- Toronto’s crazy drivers & traffic
- Drivers and pedestrians
- Torontonians (in general)
- Children (in general)
- Rude, impolite, uppity behavior
- Canada (in general and more specifically)
- My mother