It’s been a crazy couple weeks for me, Readers. Hope everyone is well. Work and life in general has been ganging up on me it seems. I’m not usually a dismal person, but lately it seems I’ve become a liar.
Now, please don’t misunderstand I’m not a liar in the obvious sense of the word, but I’m a liar all the same. I’m sure we’ve all lied about this at least once if not every time we’re asked, “How are you?” But honestly, who of us that have asked that questions really want to know how someone is? It’s become as superficial as talking about the weather. I can count on one hand the number of people I know that truly want to know the answer to that question. So, naturally, if I really want to put it on, I answer with a “Great!” Usually, though, the answer is “I’m fine, you?” Lately, however, I’ve been telling a whopper with a borderline “I’m okay.”
Truth is, the last couple of weeks, I haven’t been “okay.” I’ve been angry, disappointed, lonely, sad and borderline belligerent. Oh, the things I’d like to say to some of the guests I deal with at work. I almost lost it the other day on an angry old man with nothing better to do than to treat me like an idiot and insult me and my co-workers. Sad to say, I’ve let these PITAs (Pain In The Ass) get to me. The rudeness has led me to contemplate the unfairness of it all…work, work, work and I still scrape by. Obviously this isn’t a healthy line of thinking. Mom always tells me that if I can’t change my circumstances, I should change my attitude. (My mom is awesome, I know.)
So, I wrote a poem. I was depressed and a bit angry at the time, but putting the words on paper somehow removed their weight from my heart. At first, I didn’t want to share it, but I figure, hey, someone could be feeling the same way and I want them to know they’re not alone. Anyway, sorry for the depression session, but if you’re interested, please read my poem The Mask and leave a review or comment below as to what you think of it.