On Sunday I had what I shall refer to as an “I’m done” day. Loosely translated, (because I’m still trying to figure out my use of that expression) I was in a foul mood.
A series of unfortunate events (thank you, Lemony Snicket) eventually had me finally and repeatedly muttering, “I’m done… I’m done…I’m done…”
Done with what? Life? My “mutters” made it seem like I was about to off myself. I am most definitely not that far gone.
The experience was reminiscent of a child’s temper tantrum – adult version. (And, yes, I did have some whopper tantrums as a child.)
I refused to do any of the stupid chores around here, did not answer a call from an acquaintance whose misery is ongoing (although not fatal) and actually threw something on the floor – not something breakable because then I would have had to clean up the mess. The list could go on but you get the drift.
Giving my tantrum and mutterings further thought, perhaps I was simply done with all responsibilities, sadness and frustrations having to with the people, places and things in my life. I needed a time out – needed to temporarily abdicate my role as a mature adult.
A friend dropped by later in the day and patiently listened to my rant. In the midst of my blah, blah, blah tirade, I paused and asked her, “But who was I talking to with all that muttering?”
“The voices in your head,” she replied with a grin.
Finally, the day and the friend brought laughter. Because, yes, my behaviour was crazy, I’m a little crazy and life can get crazy.
Is there a point to this post? Not particularly.
But, I’m done. ;)
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