I am tired. It was a rough day. I was out and about, hocking my wares. Doing the best I can do, you know. But people tick me off. Really tick me off. I made a lovely WordPress theme for a man. He asked me to manipulate a copyrighted image and I said “no, choose a new image.” He then said to me, “Well, I’ll just go to the theme’s author and have them do it!” Have you ever wanted to hit someone so hard that their head would fall off? That’s how I felt. “Uh, you are speaking to her!” “Oh, you did it?” “Isn’t that what you hired me to do?”

And I was then later ambushed. I can’t get into it but it just wasn’t fair. I tried my best. That’s all I can say. I keep trying to remind myself that the anxiety I am feeling is just the dizziness of freedom. FREEDOM ROCK MAN! Why do I feel like I’m in No Exit? Hell is other people. And I wonder, maybe I am just as freaky weird to other people as they are to me?

This afternoon I could have used a Valium. I felt panicked and anxious and overwhelmed. Who knows why. I felt that way at times at my old jobs so it’s really nothing new. Here’s the thing… I KNOW IT ALL PASSES. I think back to all the craziness I experienced at my old job and how things affected me and how none of it meant anything. Why do I blow everything out of proportion? I know I am inconsequential. I know my problems are nothing but specks. How come I can’t just lay back and let it all rush by?