I am incredibly irritable.
Sometimes I think that I am a crotchety old man at heart. I think that I’ve taken on too many of my father’s tendencies. (He will lovingly be called “Grumpa” when I have kids.) And the problem with me is that I don’t just get irritated. It has some sort of magnificent domino effect. The first thing to irritate me is just the beginning – after that, I’m lucky to get through ANY incident without becoming mildly pissed-off by it.
Today happens to be one of those days. And I feel sorry for the people that have to put up with me when I’m in one of these moods. (I’m sorry, Brock!)
I wish I could figure out what causes this reaction in me, and make it go away. I have tried to pretend like there is nothing wrong, I have tried to convince myself there is nothing wrong, and most of all I have figured out the only solution is to just not dwell on it, and try to focus on things that make me happy instead.
I need to wash the bed sheets. That is irritating.