Life Gets in the Way

It's funny. There are usually a range of one to three things that piss me off on a daily basis. I often think about these moments in depth, I usually talk about them out loud, to myself, in the car, accessorizing them with swear words and decisions about how life is and how my life seems to go. 

I'll give you a few examples. Yesterday, at the grocery story, I went to produce to fetch some bananas. The officer near the produce section glared at me, maybe because my face lacked of makeup and looked similar to a dead corpse and this version of women seems to scream sketchy? I don't know, anyway he was glaring at me. This was number 1 on my list for my the day. I began thinking of all the different reasons why officers annoy me, especially the produce-planted ones. Then, I began thinking about why the city would plant an officer in the produce section of a grocery store. The ATM for this particular grocery store is on the complete opposite side of the building and, how much do apples cost by the pound, 4 bucks? He was in the wrong place. 

The second situation that pissed me off yesterday also happened in the grocery store, which is where I'm beginning to think that many things go wrong and where many people get pissed off. There are too many walks of life in one place dealing with one common interest: food. I was in line with my bananas. This is all I had intended to buy. All the lines in the checkouts were full, and I did not feel like going through self-checkout because the machine constantly chastises me; "PLEASE RESCAN ITEM," "PLACE YOUR ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA," "PLACE YOUR ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA." I was sick of authority by the time I headed to checkout, so I opted for the original human interaction. As I said, the lines were all full, so I chose the one with the fewest amount of people. The woman in front of me clearly had a cereal craving. In her cart were boxes and boxes of processed goods, but the different types of cereal shined through the 5 or so cans of Prego tomato sauce. I'm not sure why she chose plan Cheerios over the honey-glazed Cheerios, or why she chose the raspberry Mini Wheats instead of the original ones, or why, on God's green earth, she chose Frosted Flakes or Corn Flakes, but to each their own. Anyway, her cart was filled to the brim, and there I stood, the last in line behind plenty of carts filled with consumerism, with my bananas. No one offered for me to *step ahead* of them in line. That's number 2.

Number 3. The weight of a turning blinker must weigh no more than a pound. I am curious to break one off of a car and weigh it, so that I can make a full statement to my fellow citizens that no matter your fitness skill- you too can lift this blinker. I believe in you. An old lady, probably in her eighties if I had to guess from my stare-down in the next lane, did not use her turning blinker to switch lanes. You know what made me mad about this encounter? It was not the fact that she refused to use the turning blinker, but, it was that one, she put her elder self in danger and I love old people, and, two, I became angry at the fact that she is still allowed to drive. Why? Why doesn't she have to retake the test to make sure her reaction time and motor skills are good enough to drive? 

After being in my car and vocalizing the three situations that pissed me off for the day, I decided I would combine all three encounters and write about them. For the past few months, my brain has been completely blocked and busied with life, so my ability to write, to clear my head, to write what I want to write, has been blurred. It turns out that writer's block can be cured by becoming pissed off.