The fact that I’m special is easy to see, so why doesn’t anybody see it but me?

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I was up super early this morning. Well early for me.

Out of bed at 8:15.

I had a meeting about a small show that I’m working on, then met a friend for coffee, then off to grab a soda, head to work, then home for dinner.

The point is that I was in my car more than usual today.

And.

Three times today, I had people step in front of my car as I drove down a street.

Three times with little to no regard for who had the right of way, or that they were blocking traffic.

The first time, a woman got out of her car, with friends, stepped into the middle of the street, and then began to fix her hair. She is literally bent over, dealing with her hair, eventually tying it back, in the middle of the street blocking traffic.

Another couple walked their 2 year-old across the street, diagonally, 100 feet from the nearest crosswalk. The 2-year-old walked exactly as fast as you’d expect a 2 year-old to walk. Traffic stopped in both directions waiting for them to cross.

Then on my way home, a foursome parked, got out of their car, with all the doors open, on a narrow street, and with no regard, blocked the street while they gathered up their groceries.

It made me realize that I’m glad I’m not a me, me, me person, however, I sometimes wish I had the balls that other people have.

You know the people who walk in to an empty restaurant at 2 minutes till close and have a 3-course meal.

The people who run into a grocery store at 2 minutes till close, and do their week’s shopping.

The passenger who takes up all the space in a luggage bin.

The person in line at Best Buy, who cuts the line because their return is more important than mine.

I’ve always been aware of the space that I take up.

I absolutely, would not go into an empty restaurant and have dinner at the end of the night.

I’m super self-conscience of being the last table at the end of the night. And I tip extra when it happens.

I tend to not be pushy. I tend to not take up any more space than I have to.

So where does this come from.

The lack of consideration for others?

Is it nature or nurture.

Is it how you are brought up?

Is it your socio-economic status?

Is it based on gender?

Is it a gay/straight things?

Is it family size?

Is it the geographic?

Is it based on age?

What makes some people less concerned about the space they take up.

The inconvenience they impart on others.

And more importantly, do they just not care how much it makes someone in the service industry hate them?

I don’t expect to gain any insight with this post.

Just an observation today.

Thoughts?

Can’t you feel a brand new day…

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I’m fucking starving. 

Starving I tell you.  

And this is a very good thing.  

My lost post, if anyone is paying attention ,was on March 1.  

The following week was busy, as I had a new manager start at work.  

I was with her almost every minute of the day, and included working longer days than I had been.

By the end of that weekend, I was beat.  

I woke up on Monday, March 12, feeling like shit.  

It was as though I’d been hit by a truck.  

I was tired.  Cranky.  Felt out of it.  

And for almost two days, I was convinced I was getting sick.  

On Thursday, I had a realization.  

I wasn’t sick.  I wasn’t getting sick.

I was depressed.  

Talk about being insightful. 

Seriously.  

I was sitting at my desk at work, not getting nearly as much accomplished as I needed, when I realized that what I was feeling was exactly how I felt when my mom died.  

It didn’t make me feel better.  

But suddenly I knew how to start making it better.  

For me that first step was talking about it.  

When I got home from work that night, Adam asked how I was feeling, and I told him what was up.  He was very supportive and understanding.  

He asked how to help, and I told him he’d already helped, just by listening and understanding.  

The next day at work, I shared this with two of my co-workers.  I needed them to understand that I wasn’t sick, and I wasn’t wasting time.  I just couldn’t focus.  

In a perfect world, I’d have taken a sick day, but alas, that’s not where we live.  

On Tuesday, I took the day off.  And I slept.  And slept.  And slept.  

I got up at 4:30.  

And I felt much better. 

I didn’t get any of my errands done, but I felt good.  

And it was finally all gone yesterday.  It was as if the clouds had clear and there was sunshine.  

I was able to be hyper-focused, and get so much done at work.  

I was making lists, and crossing things off and felt like a normal person.  

And today, this is all confirmed as I have my appetite back.  For the last week, I’ve eaten but I don’t know that I’ve been super hungry.  Today I am famished.  I’m fucking starving. 

When I’m feeling depressed, I tend to isolate.  

I also, tend to lose interest in most of the things I do for fun, like writing.  

It’s hard to focus.  And if I can focus, it’s hard to stay focused.  

But today I am feeling better.

Funny story though…

A couple of days ago a memory popped up on Facebook.  It was a blog post from a year ago.  

Here’s a link to said story:  https://id-like-to-speak-to-the-manager.com/2023/03/16/my-time-of-day/

It’s basically said that a year ago I was feeling the same way.  Went to the doctor etc.  

And my conclusion is:  Perhaps I’m adverse to the spring time change.  

It wouldn’t be out of the question?  And it might explain a thing or two.  

And there is no reason for me to be depressed.  Nothing in my life has changed and if it has, it’s been for the better.  

So.  

I was depressed.  I’m not any more.  

Perhaps I hate Daylight Saving Time after all.  

The end.