So, you know how I repeatedly say happiness is a choice? It is. Sometimes it is a struggle. The past two days have SUCKED. I am neither willing or able to go into why. I am just summing it up with douche bags be douching. Except the Viking, he is coming out of this like a gorramn rock star. (Also, I dyed my hair. Mistakes where made, and while I normally hate to point fingers: I blame velociraptors and Scientology.)
Yesterday, early in the day, I was so happy I could barely contain my happy. As the evening progressed, the douches douched. I tried to stay happy. This morning there was more waves of asshattery. I gave up and cried while I vacuumed my floor. Crying while vacuuming the floor feels really pathetic, but I admit I did it.
Then I took a deep breath and tried to fix what I could. Life is not fair. People with fuck with your happy, most of the time without malice, and make it a struggle. You deal with what you can. Sometimes you can’t just he-man your way through it. Sometimes you gotta cry while you vacuum.
I can’t make people be nice or fair or not assholes. Sometimes I can’t let them not get to me. Anyone who says that they never let people get to them are liars or heavily medicated, or both. There are times I consider picking up wine drinking as a hobby. I’m human, this is what we do. I’m going to go ahead and say it is okay that I cried while chasing the dust bunnies. I decided to try again. I think that’s what counts.