Having a Moment

These come and go sometimes. I’m off work today for a mental health day but I’m also going to the podiatrist to help with my painful feet. I can’t run, I can barely walk and all that. It’s so annoying.

What’s more annoying is the fact that I had some plans to take care of laundry early this morning but didn’t want to do it. Now I’m beating myself up about it. I can wash the clothes after my appointment but will I want to?

I wanted to put makeup on today as well but now I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like it at all. I might just wear some trash to my appointment as I usually do. I am beating myself up about that as well.

I wanted to take a nap before 10:00 a.m. but I’m sitting here watching Perfect Match like I can’t watch it later.

And, in other news, I still don’t have money. I’m tired of asking people and I know that they say not to worry about it because I pay them back but still…

I have to go to the store today for things I need and I’m going to have to use my credit card to get mess that I actually need. You don’t want to know my credit score right now. You just don’t. I don’t even want to know my credit score right now actually. I don’t even like looking at my bank account.

I’m sure I’m annoyed the most because my stupid period is on its way. I truly hate being a woman sometimes. I just hate a lot of things about myself today. Over it!


Published by tallgirl79

Blogging about life. Well, my life. As a black, bipolar, mom to a teenager with special needs, well, there is always a story to tell. From my aversion to having a man to my weird experiences while trying to avoid people, it's all there. Being me is.... different but it always makes for good blogs.

2 thoughts on “Having a Moment

  1. I seem to be in the years of resolving and blending the parts of me that were ripped to shreds trying to get through life while at odds in me. I range from intelligent, kind, empathetic, and hopeful to angry, hurt, foul and on a path of standing my ground to protect soft things in me the world tried to stamp out. I am an INFP-A and caring hurts. As far back as I can remember there was this protective, indignant, verbally gifted devil in me and my soulmate named it ‘The Fitch’. He was spot on. Funny or f’ing biatch, depending in how you approach it. I hope you kick your day’s ass! Pretend the work is for someone else… Maybe that will help.

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