So it’s the last day of grumpy and it seems that the gods of
grumpy have colluded to give me a hundred and ten choices to write about on
this last day. It’s only 8.24 but already all of my favourite bugbears, if that
is not a contradiction in terms, have appeared making this grumpy spoilt for
choice.
I could write about dogs, or more specifically dog owners; no it is not okay to let your dog
sniff other passengers on the tram and yes I know you think your dog is
different and friendly but I see all dogs as inherently evil, sorry.
Or I could write about train passengers who on a crowded train take up more seats than necessary. There are different places for bags and for bums, please don’t put bags where bums should be you selfish bastards.
Or I could write about train passengers who on a crowded train take up more seats than necessary. There are different places for bags and for bums, please don’t put bags where bums should be you selfish bastards.
I could write about pictures of babies on facebook, I wish you
could filter out pictures of babies or I wish parents would put those pics on a
blog and then point people in that direction. I know you think your baby is
cute and friendly but I see all babies as inherently evil, sorry
I am sure on any other day the heavy breather next to me would get a mention. This guy makes the elephant man sound normal. I am scared to make a phone call in case people hear the guy next to me down the line and think I am some kind of pervert.
I am sure on any other day the heavy breather next to me would get a mention. This guy makes the elephant man sound normal. I am scared to make a phone call in case people hear the guy next to me down the line and think I am some kind of pervert.
Smelly trams, dying apple batteries, using my phone too much,
early morning alarm calls, all could get a revisit. But no, today it is this
blog, or its demise that is making me grumpy.
100 days is a long time. Today is
November 5th, this blog started on July 29th. For 100
days this blog has been a large part of my life, it will be tough to let it go.
One would think finding a grumpy thing per day would be negative but it has
been strangely cathartic. Being able to vent, to share, to rant, while trying
to put at least a slightly amusing spin on the thing that is depressing me has
actually made life bearable. A negative thing has become an opportunity, a
reason to write. So although at times the need to do this daily has been a
burden, although arguably my short story blog has suffered, I’ll miss this
little side project because strangely it has made me happy.
But on the bright side I guess Steve and Johnny will be back on the blog after a near 100-day break.
But on the bright side I guess Steve and Johnny will be back on the blog after a near 100-day break.