The day I threw the attitude away.

Today I should have slept in. It just sort of has that chaotic- you’re going to throw your hands in frustration by the end of it- sort of feel to it. Firstly, I missed a ride with my friend because I wanted to eat. I decided it was an important part of my daily function. Then, I followed the ‘must travel under the speed limit incase by some strange matter of probability a large dinosaur leaps out in front of me’. Then once I got past them in a ‘move some’s dying!’ sort of fashion I met the Hyundai. I realized to day, that the logo is just a slanted Honda logo! It is astounding! It was small and white with blue sign writing. It too, decided the speed limit was simply more of a guide. However he did manage to reach it once or twice. BUT he stopped. He was small, he could have fit. But he stopped. He tried to wait for the car that was stopped to turn. He didn’t go past it! I could have gone past it! I breathed a deep sign of frustration at the world. Then my favorite song came on and I was happy. A happy happy person. Transformed into thinking that this day actually had potential. Perhaps it does. I then found the perfect park… FREE! I then arrived at class, earlier than most people apparently bothered to be here. So eating my breakfast after all- it was a good choice to make.
And with that, along with my tired, sad and sorry ass mixed in with hay fever and my stupid thyroid deciding to go a little awol I’m feeling in a ‘I must laugh or else I will end up in a blithering mess of tears.’

Please function brain.

PLEASE!

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‘Don’t tell me what to do!’

So I was told the other day, that I don’t like being told what to do. Well yea…? Who does like being told what to do? It made me chuckle inside (inside because I though it would be inappropriate and then I would have had to explain myself…). I mean I understand the whole taking direction thing, I think I’m actually pretty ok at listening, accepting and acting. I will listen, and I will most certainly do what I need to.

HOWEVER. I do not like being bossed. I never have. I never will. I’m not going to change that. Now as I was chuckling inside to myself I did have to chuckle some more (in a creepy old man standing in his window while you wait for the bus, kind’ve chuckle) about the fact I once again had to explain myself. Oh don’t you just love always having to explain yourself?

My explanation: I don’t mind being told what to do by people who have to authority to tell me what to do. Ie, bosses, tutors, parents when being reasonable, the police… because well you have no choice, the government… because… lets not get into politics. BUT, I cannot stand people who think they have authority, telling me what to do. It’s the same sort of dripping distaste I have for people with overly and unjustly inflated egos. For example, friends, parents when being unreasonable, peers, classmates, members of the public who do no know me, and the list goes on. 

I will not be bratty, like the kid in the supermarket who thinks he’s dying without that packet of lollies, most of the time I will even do what they ‘demand’. BUT that doesn’t mean I have to like it. 

To be perfectly honest, I think that in general, as a life practice, people should consider asking, suggesting, recommending rather than demanding. When someone speaks to me on an equal level, I will step up to that but if someone speaks down to me… I just envision them in one of those mole whacker thingy’s. It makes me feel better. 

People.