Mood Poisoning in Current Events

I had to go full Karen the other day. I purchased a patio set for my balcony and when I went to build it there was no hardware in it. No instructions either. I called the store, and the dumb twat told me to return the whole thing to exchange it. Getting the hardware from a different box wasn’t an option? I got a hold of a manager and got my way. I don’t have patience for people who can’t achieve simple logic and reason. The cable news cult for example.

Toni offered to pay for half of it. She actually contributed to something, rejoice! She didn’t offer to help me put it together though. I can feel the gender role assignment she has given me. Mr. Fix it. She is just so entitled to it. No big deal… except that I am making it a big deal. It’s not just this moment where I feel this way. I mostly feel like I am parenting her. She always has to do the dumb thing. The child thing. I don’t want to go on another tangent about it today.

I set it up all nice on the balcony. Now she wants me to bring her bike to the shop so they can assemble it. She ordered it online and it needs to be put together. She wants to put it on the balcony. Why do we have to be those losers that use their balcony as a storage space? Those cluster B’s can do their own thing. There is room for it in our storage room, once I clear it up. I’ll have to do that, of course. She wants to buy a bike hook to hang it up. Something she won’t do for herself, naturally. It will be me.

Whatever, I don’t know why I feel so jaded about her. I am just a miserable person this morning and it is just too easy to make it her fault. I need to get over myself. I had one glass of wine and that is what did it, I assume.

I have brunch plans later. I am all over the place trying to get my chores done. Toni will contribute to none of that either. Do some dishes at least. Nope. There are issues with debit purchases nationwide. Digital currency is going to be great. Social credit will be greater. I can’t wait…

I just feel jaded because I pushed my beach day with my sister and her kids to tomorrow to accommodate Carly and her fucking schedule. It’s actually Leanne’s schedule that is in the way. She always wants to do things in the morning. Tomorrow is going to rain so no beach day for us. I will still visit with them all because I need my fix. I miss my niece and nephew. I can’t go a whole month lol

The outdoor pool at my apartment is open. My hair will turn green but I could just not dunk my head under. If I wanted. I wish I didn’t have to share the space, of course. It’s okay though. The reason I don’t want to is obscene. I have some residual “PTSD” from con-19. I don’t know what else to call it. The way people believe that those who didn’t join the vaccinated cult are vile and profane, I am experiencing that with overweight people.

This event they call covid, which is not caused by virus possession, was only a threat to those who earned their underlying conditions. 90% of them had obesity, that was the real problem. We allowed them to become an absolute burden to society and all of this trauma was not their fault but the narcissistic abuse we received made me grow hate toward the weak characters who make the bad choices that make them obese. I’ll get over it. I’ll get my doctorate and help them heal. The patients that come to me will only be those who are done playing the victim. That is exactly the energy I like being around. Those who want to wallow and commit to their made-up victim stories can stay the fuck off. Enjoy being a cluster B. Disease is not caused by germs, it’s caused by our poor choices. The only victims are children.

We have some painfully hot days this week. Today is one of them. I like it.

My body dysmorphia is seeping in today. I keep seeing guys with nice bodies just existing and I’m feeling short-changed lol. I’ll get over it. I can work on my body.

Anyway, on with my day.

I randomly remembered this band the other day. I’m back to being a huge fan. Takes me back to 2002