Everyone familiar with A Christmas Carol knows this little passage from the beginning of the novel (except maybe the "nuts" part, which never makes it into the stage or screen adaptations). It describes a man who has a hatred of humanity, who sees fellow human beings as annoyances. Scrooge is a hater. He hates all people.
I'm with Scrooge today. Yesterday, I was in a great mood. That great mood lasted all day long. When I got home last night, I went for a two-and-a-half mile run. Then I gave my son a bath, put him to bed, watered my pumpkins, and sat down to watch the Olympics. Yesterday was sepia.
Today is verging on Hitchcock noir. A friend recently shared this bit of wisdom with me: "I used to be a people person, but people ruined it for me." That pretty much sums up my feelings today. I don't want to deal with anyone. I call these kinds of days "cave days," as in I just want to crawl into the deepest, darkest part of a cave and stay there. Maybe I should start calling them Ebenezer days or Scrooge days. Anyway, I just don't want to deal with people.
I'm sure my mood will improve as the day progresses. I won't need ghosts to aid me with that attitude adjustment. I just need time. And food. Maybe some caffeine. And a healthy dose of sarcasm.
Saint Marty doesn't hate all people. Just stupid ones. And annoying ones. And whining ones. And loud ones. And quiet ones. And...
|Nuts to people|