Day after? Not so jolly.

Well, maybe I just need to blog -it-out here because my crabby pants are wound super tight tonight!

Reasons why I could POSSIBLY be so damn crabby the day after the oh-so-holly-jolly-Christmas-day....

1.) Felt like I was going to work on a Saturday as the roads were dead, weary was my head, and I didn’t feel particularly “alert” in any fashion.

2.) My boots were in slush for like 1/2 a f’n second and the socks were already wet before I stepped into work.

3.) I was all geared up to NOT eat shit today and was greeted by an 8 lb carrot cake someone brought as “leftovers.” Played the whole not-gonna-have-any, wait-maybe-a-little-slice, should-I?, no!yes!no!yes! game and the next thing you know I ate way too much carrot cake and scolded myself continuously all morning long. F%#k!

4.) Was told that I looked tired. Granted maybe I WAS tired but I don’t need confirmation .

5.) Felt sad. Just cuz. People aren’t always nice. A reminder that no one needs to be “good” anymore as Christmas is over.

6.) The Christmas tunes played extra loud today and I wasn’t in the mood for any more chestnuts roasting on an open fire lyrics. Do people really do that anyways?! And what the hell are chestnuts?!

7.) I realized that I am lonely. Lonely for friends and companionship and laughter. Things that should happen more often in my life than once every few months. Realized that I need to call more people. Got sad again. Realized no one calls ME.

8.) Got my period. Realized I had no tampons. Ran out to my car and found one in the glove box. May as well have been an icicle. I had to crank up the thermostat after that one.

9.) Realized how much I despise Winter and darkness and all things COLD. Realized I cannot escape this.

10.) After working a 10 1/2 hr day and finally starting to drive home I had the pleasure of being greeted by a douchebag on wheels right up on my ass within the first 2 miles. I impatiently switched lanes and so did he. Tailing my ass like a f’n moth to a flame. My inner road rage demon of which I never allow to release herself suddenly ripped through my chest with a vengeance that no part of my conscious mind could contain. GAME ON. I’m not sure what happened after that but I snapped. Suddenly it became the first scene from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. He sped by me just so I could see him wave his middle finger at me only to then slow down and revert back to tailing my ass again because the other lane was slower. I was now doing 75 in a 55 for fear his bumper would end up inside my trunk. This shit went on as I spewed words that would make  a trucker cringe and literally was out of my mind. He then thought it would be a smart ass move to blow past me in the right lane as the vehicles started to veer towards the exit ramp. I saw his finger once again begin to raise although it never quite made it’s full erection because a yellow van with no windows suddenly decided it was NOT the exit they were to take and quickly veered directly in front of douchebag on wheels, cutting him off in such a manner that his only option was to veer off into the ditch. Where he stayed. Stuck I presume. My cuss words turned to praise. A loud, singing, hahaha, jubilantly revenge ridden type of ditty. Eat my slush succcckkkkkaaaa!! Ha!

Anyhow, so the day after Christmas wasn’t so jolly. In part I think it’s because there’s this ridiculously over-rated hype and build up for December 25th. What goes up must come down. Once it’s over, it’s kind of like “huh, well I guess life goes on now...” Life is good, life is great, but it’s possibly a reminder that we shouldn’t just feel this way once a year. The gathering of family and loved ones, the dressing up and cooking a nice dinner for those who mean something to you, or sending a card just to say hello with a few pictures inside could go on all year round at random instead of just this one month. I think that’s what hit me. I need more excitement in my life. I need more real conversation. More real moments. That is what makes me tick. Everyone goes into hibernation in Winter! Come out and play people! (Just not in the snow, I can’t stand that stuff)

So tomorrow? I vow to not be crabby. And if I run into douchebag on wheels again I’ll keep my mouth shut and be polite with a smile and a wave as I run him off the road.