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Monday!FAIL
Oct. 12th, 2009 10:04 amI am currently (as in, at this very moment) convinced that one of the biggest fails of our society is this stupid "thing" we have against crying, especially in public. That whole "suck it up and keep slogging" shite that we get spoonfed. Boys don't cry. Men don't cry. Adults don't cry. And so what we end up with is a whole society of repressed ow that we don't have any release for because society keeps shoving it down our throats that only little kids can get away with the instant emotional release of sitting down for a good five minute "woe is me and ow and this fucking sucks" cry. Release it, purge it, and THEN move on, instead of bottling it up and slogging on. Ever notice little kids bounce back faster? Yeah. This is my theory, dammit, and it would explain some of the stupid messed-upness of adults in our society.
...which is the long winded preamble to the fact that I took a header faceplant off the curb right into the oncoming traffic turn lane while trying to cross the street to catch my bus this morning. Thankfully the nearest car was a block down, but it was still rather scary and required scrambling up quickly and grabbing bag and lunch. Scraped up right hand and right knee and jarred right (nerve-pinched) shoulder, twisted both ankles (thankfully I'm double jointed there - they're sore but I can drop my ankle bone clear to the ground and not seriously hurt myself) and had to just stand up, brush myself off, grab my stuff and then *jog* across the damned street to catch my bus, which thankfully saw me coming and waited for me.
I'm presently convinced that I would be far less pissed off at the universe and cranky right now if I could have just sat down on the bus and had a decent cry because 1) OW! and 2) scared adrenaline rush. But noooooo. Adults don't cry, not in public, and not for "silly" little things like falling off the curb. And at work, excepting for some sympathy from my boss, all my co-workers have just done the offhand "oh, that's too bad" with zero feeling, which, by society rules, means I need to suck it up, laugh it off, and pretend like it's no big deal or else rock the social boat of the office. This? This is STUPID. And of course, insult to injury, once you've bottled something up you can't just unbottle it at the flip of a switch (at least, *I* can't) or else I'd go have a quick cry in the bathroom while washing the damned grit out of my knee.
And now, the longer I sit at my desk, the more everything stiffens up and I realize just how sore I am. Did I mention I fucking hate the universe right now? FAIL, monday. Total utter stupid FAIL.
...which is the long winded preamble to the fact that I took a header faceplant off the curb right into the oncoming traffic turn lane while trying to cross the street to catch my bus this morning. Thankfully the nearest car was a block down, but it was still rather scary and required scrambling up quickly and grabbing bag and lunch. Scraped up right hand and right knee and jarred right (nerve-pinched) shoulder, twisted both ankles (thankfully I'm double jointed there - they're sore but I can drop my ankle bone clear to the ground and not seriously hurt myself) and had to just stand up, brush myself off, grab my stuff and then *jog* across the damned street to catch my bus, which thankfully saw me coming and waited for me.
I'm presently convinced that I would be far less pissed off at the universe and cranky right now if I could have just sat down on the bus and had a decent cry because 1) OW! and 2) scared adrenaline rush. But noooooo. Adults don't cry, not in public, and not for "silly" little things like falling off the curb. And at work, excepting for some sympathy from my boss, all my co-workers have just done the offhand "oh, that's too bad" with zero feeling, which, by society rules, means I need to suck it up, laugh it off, and pretend like it's no big deal or else rock the social boat of the office. This? This is STUPID. And of course, insult to injury, once you've bottled something up you can't just unbottle it at the flip of a switch (at least, *I* can't) or else I'd go have a quick cry in the bathroom while washing the damned grit out of my knee.
And now, the longer I sit at my desk, the more everything stiffens up and I realize just how sore I am. Did I mention I fucking hate the universe right now? FAIL, monday. Total utter stupid FAIL.
