|Remember the Pink Panther cartoons?|
Have you ever had one of those days? Of course you have. If you hadn’t you wouldn’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
On the off chance you have had a boringly perfect life, let me explain “one of those days” to you. For me, it is a culmination of factors. Firstly, the time changed. Why the hell we still do this remains an eternal mystery. But since it will literally take an act of Congress to change it, I and the rest of the country suffer through this biannual event.
Secondly, I’m hormonal. All of you men can just shut up. I don’t want to be pissed off, but unlike you, my hormones only act up once a month. Men it seems get hormonal every time they get behind the wheel and think they are either fleeing the scene of a heist or racing to beat the checkered flag. Tell me that’s not you guys being hormonal.
So, my fuse is short and I’m tired. All I want to do is hide in my bedroom, but because I’m an adult, I go into work. Here is where I’m challenged by various moments of stupidity. Not necessarily in the course of doing work, but getting there, leaving, going to lunch…you know almost anywhere I seem to be present.
My limit for suffering fools is usually pretty low. Add to that the tired and the cranky, and when I get home I just can’t stop laughing at the absurd things people post on Facebook.
My 20 year reunion is coming up. For some reason, someone thought it would be a good idea to post random pictures of everyone’s kids and have everyone guess whose they are. Excuse me while I go barf for a while.
I really don’t need to be reminded that I’m most likely the lone single person in my class and I really don’t want to see your kids. They aren’t doing anything particularly interesting, so why should I care? I’m not going to guess whose kids those are… I can barely remember everyone’s names much less their faces. Plus, not all children look like their parents. Sure, there’s probably a resemblance if you’ve interacted with the child and/or its parents on a regular basis, but I haven’t seen some of these people in two decades.
I actually ran into a gal I went to high school with 14 years ago while riding the MUNI to work. I barely recognized her then and that was only 6 years after we’d graduated. Add pounds and years to that equation and I doubt I’ll be able to recognize someone out of context. I doubt they’d recognize me.
The only thing that gives me comfort is the fact that I will acclimate to the time change and the hormones will calm down in the next few days. A return to sanity will be welcome. Then I can go back to ignoring the ridiculousness on Facebook and in the rest of the world.