WHAT IF YOU ARE THE POOP ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOE?

You know those days – everything is going wrong despite your best intentions and careful preparation and it makes you feel like shit about yourself even though you know with every logical little blood cell in your body that it truly isn’t your fault or anyone else’s? Everyone you ask for help says the wrong thing and are maybe even a little too flip about it (because they are busy with their own Gordian knots) so you take it personally? Everything you do to try to remedy the situation is a bust and might even make things a little worse? I’m having that day today and I am, by proxy, completely corruptible. I’m a wet candy shell with no chocolate inside.

I have been alive for a pretty long time so I know my problems are small compared to what they could be. Scope: Check! I know that other people aren’t working against me. Empathy and sanity: Check! So what is wrong with my tolerance gauge? I’m tired. It’s that simple. If I had even an eighth of a tank of proper rest in me I could say out loud to others, “I am unfit for other humans today. Please excuse me and no offense to you, dear person I know or don’t know.” I would then go home to get myself to some sort of quarantine. So that is the question – what do you do or say when you are out of gas and just past the tolerable/tolerance mark? (I wish a red light just came on in the middle of my forehead, but I’m made of meat so no dice.)

What do you call this place? And what do you do when you are in this place to A) not get on other people’s nerves, and B) soothe yourself? 

I’m taking the time to ask this here in The Lung because I think it is a very important question. It’s the nasty little straitjacket place where we can make some really bad decisions unless we know how to take a step back and neutralize, and do it in a way where there aren't flame retardant chemicals all over our kitchen to clean up afterward. In other words, how do you not track the invisible shit all over the house? Haha! Do tell! 

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