It took me a really really long time to get home tonight. I had a flat tire yesterday, filled it with air, woke up this morning without my AAA card, waited for them to come and change it before I went to work, and then got lost on my way home in the dark, doing my best to avoid freeways. I'm almost out of gas now, and exhausted, relieved, and all jacked up on Mountain Dew at the same time.
Feeling oddly philosophical right now. On my way home from work I listened (or more correctly: heard) a radio show on NPR and its discussion on the health care crisis. It must have permeated my subconscious because I was so panicked and focused on trying to find my way home, but I got to hear lots of fun things about people finding out they had cancer or who were born with autoimmune diseases that cause every joint to dislocate and now they can't pay their medicals bills because insurance wouldn't cover them. I then heard a show about organ trafficking - the people who buy organs, and the ones who sell/donate them. Somehow I don't think it's greed that motivates the donors. Correct me if I'm wrong. I have decided that we, as a human race, do not deserve to survive, if we don't want to take care of each other, and it appears we don't.
I was feeling snarky today and, when the much-better-paid higher-up who sits next to me tried to appeal to my sense of empathy in the war of the sexes, I basically bit his head off. I was working with a pout on my face (pretty typical, frankly) and he asked me if something was "up" and I said, mockingly, "Yes, but if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," - the reply he was expecting, but which I have never uttered in any seriousness in my life. He then began telling a story of some women on the train in front of him who were speaking rather "rudely" about men, and how if men had been doing that it would have been "P.I" (politically incorrect?). Um, since when? I have been in many a room where women have been ogled and poked and prodded and verbally ripped to pieces based on their appearance, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I just told him I had no sympathy for his sadness over the supposed double standard. When he again tried, I said, "You're right. I'm sorry. It must be incredibly difficult to be a white heterosexual male in the richest country in the world." This is why I shouldn't be around people.
Sparkle doesn't understand my impatience with people. It's doubtful she has any idea how little I can stand MYSELF, either. Who knew someone so extroverted could give birth to such a creature? It's ok, I guess. Slim was born with enough self love for the both of us.
