Jekyll and Hyde
Jun. 6th, 2013 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
storytimewithjoeDear readers, I have a horrible confession to make. And it is so startling… so shocking… so appalling… that I want to make sure you are sitting down, comfortable, and ready to be amazed.
Ready?
Are you sure?
Really??????
OK, here it is…
I…
…am a moody bitch. (Insert sounds of cars crashing, glass breaking, and a mezzo-soprano screaming here).
I know, I know… this must come as a shock. But facts are facts. My moods swing violently more than… more than… more than violently swinging things.
Sadly, I’m well-aware of my moodiness and my inconsistency. I would love nothing more than to be Mr. Chilled-Out. But alas, t’is not my nature. There are some days when I’m pretty mellow and nothing really bothers me. And then there are other days where my husbear gets caught in the crosshairs of a very angry cub who has discovered that he has committed the penultimate offense of leaving a dirty dish in the sink.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
My head pops off my shoulders, spins around, shoots fire and brimstone, and utters enough swearing to make peg-legged pirates want to say, “Hey! There are women and children present! Mind your manners!” I swear I don’t know how he does it. I don’t know how he puts up with me. Most likely, he just tunes me out when I am going off-the-handle. And in moody-style, part of me says, “Oh thank god he is able to see that I am being irrationally ballistic” while the other part of me says, “WTF?! Are you ignoring me?! ARE YOU IGNORING ME?! I will NOT be ignored! I KEEEEEEEL YOU NOW!!!!!!!!!!”
Sigh. Yes, I went on head-meds a few years back. And while they resulted in me having a couple of extra pounds that I don’t really care for (GRRRRRRR!!!!) I’m actually a lot more chilled-out than I would be otherwise, and I can honestly say that I don’t want to go back to that place. Seriously, I was angrier at the dirt than Joan Crawford on a really bad day!
My point in relaying all this? To let you all know that I’m well aware of my own crazy-spazoid personality. While the miracle of modern medication has taken the edge off, when I am going nuts and KNOW that I am going nuts, I still don’t have the power to stop it, despite wanting to. But more importantly, it is to let you all know how much I appreciate my husbear who, Lord love him, is able to suck-it-up when I am going nuts (IT’S HIS OWN DAMNED FAULT FOR BEING MESSY!)
He is very patient with me. (WHY WON’T HE MOVE THE SECOND I TELL HIM TO MOVE?!!!!!!!)
I love him so much, and even moreso because he is able to put up with my moodiness. (IF HE LEAVES A COFFEE CUP IN THE SINK ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR I’M GOING TO STACK ALL THE DIRTY DISHES IN HIS UNDERWEAR DRAWER!!!!)
I don’t think I could live with somebody as nutso as I get. (DIRTY DISHES LEAD TO GERMS AND BUGS WHICH IS WHY OUR HOUSE IS SO DUSTY AND DIRTY AND PROBABLY MAKING ME SICK! OH MY GOD, DO I HAVE A FEVER? GET ME TO A DOCTOR!!!!!)
I really should do something special for him to let him know how much I appreciate him. (EXTERMINATE!!!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!!)
Yup. Wanna see what I look like? Open up the encyclopedia under the heading, “Moody Bitch”. You’ll see my picture. I hope they got my good side. (STUPID PHOTOGRAPHERS!)
Ready?
Are you sure?
Really??????
OK, here it is…
I…
…am a moody bitch. (Insert sounds of cars crashing, glass breaking, and a mezzo-soprano screaming here).
I know, I know… this must come as a shock. But facts are facts. My moods swing violently more than… more than… more than violently swinging things.
Sadly, I’m well-aware of my moodiness and my inconsistency. I would love nothing more than to be Mr. Chilled-Out. But alas, t’is not my nature. There are some days when I’m pretty mellow and nothing really bothers me. And then there are other days where my husbear gets caught in the crosshairs of a very angry cub who has discovered that he has committed the penultimate offense of leaving a dirty dish in the sink.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
My head pops off my shoulders, spins around, shoots fire and brimstone, and utters enough swearing to make peg-legged pirates want to say, “Hey! There are women and children present! Mind your manners!” I swear I don’t know how he does it. I don’t know how he puts up with me. Most likely, he just tunes me out when I am going off-the-handle. And in moody-style, part of me says, “Oh thank god he is able to see that I am being irrationally ballistic” while the other part of me says, “WTF?! Are you ignoring me?! ARE YOU IGNORING ME?! I will NOT be ignored! I KEEEEEEEL YOU NOW!!!!!!!!!!”
Sigh. Yes, I went on head-meds a few years back. And while they resulted in me having a couple of extra pounds that I don’t really care for (GRRRRRRR!!!!) I’m actually a lot more chilled-out than I would be otherwise, and I can honestly say that I don’t want to go back to that place. Seriously, I was angrier at the dirt than Joan Crawford on a really bad day!
My point in relaying all this? To let you all know that I’m well aware of my own crazy-spazoid personality. While the miracle of modern medication has taken the edge off, when I am going nuts and KNOW that I am going nuts, I still don’t have the power to stop it, despite wanting to. But more importantly, it is to let you all know how much I appreciate my husbear who, Lord love him, is able to suck-it-up when I am going nuts (IT’S HIS OWN DAMNED FAULT FOR BEING MESSY!)
He is very patient with me. (WHY WON’T HE MOVE THE SECOND I TELL HIM TO MOVE?!!!!!!!)
I love him so much, and even moreso because he is able to put up with my moodiness. (IF HE LEAVES A COFFEE CUP IN THE SINK ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR I’M GOING TO STACK ALL THE DIRTY DISHES IN HIS UNDERWEAR DRAWER!!!!)
I don’t think I could live with somebody as nutso as I get. (DIRTY DISHES LEAD TO GERMS AND BUGS WHICH IS WHY OUR HOUSE IS SO DUSTY AND DIRTY AND PROBABLY MAKING ME SICK! OH MY GOD, DO I HAVE A FEVER? GET ME TO A DOCTOR!!!!!)
I really should do something special for him to let him know how much I appreciate him. (EXTERMINATE!!!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!! EXTERMINATE!!!!!)
Yup. Wanna see what I look like? Open up the encyclopedia under the heading, “Moody Bitch”. You’ll see my picture. I hope they got my good side. (STUPID PHOTOGRAPHERS!)
