I’m so glad I’m getting away, if only for a day or two next week.
Patience is a limited, but renewable resource. But it’s sapped by impatience, which slowly erodes at it until I have to blow off some steam to regain my composure. Generally, I can let my friends know when that might be so they can keep a wide berth, but sometimes I can’t, it just happens. However, even if my friends do things that may well annoy the fuck out of me, they’re still my friends, and I love them… I just might not want to be around them right then.
I’m usually not a “loud” angry person, I’m very very quiet whenever I’m angry or uncomfortable, usually being able to pass it off as just being tired.
Lately though, my resources have been stretched thin, especially with the new job. I’m readjusting to a new schedule, and new limitations (albeit beneficial) on my time, especially my me time. Unfortunately, this means things “get to me” a little easier, or that the patience I would have given certain behaviors is in much shorter supply, yet it seems some people are all too willing to poke a slee
ping panther with a sharpened stick.
I watched “Statistical Probabilities” today while I had breakfast. I was able to identify with some of the characters, and I had forgotten how much I enjoyed that episode, combined with the earlier one “Doctor Bashir, I Presume?”
I’m getting a start on the book for the Nov/Dec LSF book discussion group. It’s not bad, but I guess I’m a little sensitive to the language used. I don’t care if the author is black, white, gay, straight, whatever. There are still some words and terms I don’t care to see used.