I bitch a lot. It's true, I won't deny it. I don't do it purposely, but my way of coping with anything that has my feathers in a ruffle is to run, find someone who is preferably trapped alone with me (kitchen, garage, stall in a public restroom) and pour my melodramatic heart out. Once it's officially out there and, depending on its magnitude (or how many pitchers of wine I've thrown back) I had a pathetic cry, I'm good to go. It's cathartic for me.
For those who have known me for years and have been through this nonsense, typically it goes something like this:
Me: Bitch bitch, the WORLD is ENDING! Bitch bitch bitch, are you even listening? Do you EVEN CARE ABOUT WHAT I'M TELLING YOU?!?
Them: Well what about this [insert logical explanation/choice]? That won't work? How about this one? You'll get through this!
Me: WHAT?!? Bitch bitch psychotic babbling (dramatic hand motions)
Them: Ooookay (getting frustrated) I'm sure everything will be fine.
Me: No! It won't be fine! I'm so overwhelmed I just...my heart, the stress...(clutches chest and gasps for air).
[Dies.]
End scene.
My husband is still getting used to these antics. Every time I start spinning into a a meltdown, I can tell he starts panicking. Unfortunately, I'm so warped with my own sense of urgency I can't throw him a frickin' bone and the poor guy has to try and fight, tooth and nail, to escape the black hole in Hades in which he finds himself.
However, today, that man found the Emergency Escape Route I Never Knew I Had.
Me: Bitch bitch, TOTALLY FREAKING OUT, bitching.
Him: Maybe logic? Listening? Over the top compliments?
Me: NOO! ROOOOAbitchAAARRRR!!
Him: Hey, honey? I just sent you a link. Click on it for a second.
Me: Grrr...fine....
[Playing Puppy Video aka My Personal Heaven and Birthday Wish X 1000]
Him: Honey?
Me: Eeeeee! I love them! Look at all the little fur with their little baby feet...and
Him: (wipes forehead, sends up a quick thank-you to Jesus)
Truly, my husband is a miracle sent down to save all of you from the Heinous Bitch I Could Have Been (and Sometimes Am When Talking to Verizon's Customer Service).
Cuteness overload!
ReplyDeletehaha, I love it. My husband does the same. Without fail the furry cuteness distracts me ;)
ReplyDeleteFirst of all...OMG THOSE PUPPIES ARE ADORABLE!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd second of all, are we related? Hahaha. I do the same thing. Thankfully my husband is the complete opposite of me and is always calm, cool and collected.
I will have to save the puppy link to test it out the next time I have a major freak out, I have good feelings about this ;)
This post made me giggle. Thanks :)
Pffftt. My husband likes to see me spaz. He thinks it's cute or something. I WISH he'd just send puppy links. (They have such short puppy legs! Awwwww.)
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