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Get Away From Me!
Why can’t people just leave me alone?
I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m working roughly sixty hours a week and I can feel my body starting to shut down.
The worst part is my mental state.
I know myself well enough to know that I’m ready to snap. I’m doing whatever I can to stay away from people so that doesn’t happen but the universe has other plans.
I get to work twenty minutes early so that I can take a few moments for myself and find some peace. What happens? People show up.
They see me with my Kindle reading, yet insist on standing there talking to me expecting me to listen to them and respond.
All I want to do is scream at them to leave me the hell alone. My frustration grows with every passing moment. I can feel myself starting to boil over. The hulk in me is turning green.
I know there’s an end in sight for me but it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when it feels like I’m drowning.
Then on my lunch one of our local homeless guys approaches me. Once again, I’m trying to decompress, read my book, and there he is telling me stories of how his morning has gone.
I feel like such a bitch. He is super friendly and super nice, and here I am wishing he would just disappear. I force myself to smile and…