I read one of those bogus "studies" once that said people who complain and vent regularly are actually psychologically healthier than those who go around purposely thinking happy thoughts all the time. To keep myself sane, I will share my daily fresh hells as an underutilized creative writer living alone with a cat in a pricey downtown condo I can't really afford (but yeah, it kinda elevates my white-trash image).
It's a gloriously sunny fall day today and what could be better than going for a walk in the park beside the lake? Thing is, City employees like to drive around in their pickup trucks on the bike paths. This seems really hillbilly to me. It's not very relaxing to feel a truck creeping up behind you. inching along waiting for you to jump into the wet, muddy grass so it can pass. Why can't those guys drive on the roads?
Also, what is it with the diesel-powered weed whackers? First, why be weedist and discriminate against these plants? Second, burning fossil fuel to kill plants is insane. And third, they're loud enough to drown out the jets at the airport.
Before leaving, the fire inspection team arrived to check that my smoke detector was working (since I set it off every time I forget I've put something in the oven, I can vouch that it's OK). I was amazed to see the high-tech equipment the technician was using: a blow dryer tied to a broomstick!
I have to say my mood was not particularly improved by seeing today's Globe & Mail insert: a full-colour magazine showcasing the accomplishments of various high-powered Toronto women. I hope to soon start giving my "Why Bother?" demotivational coaching workshops so I can make it into the next issue. The first workshop's theme will be "The Seven Hangups of Highly Ineffective People" featuring my favourite: procrastination. Which reminds me, I need to go look at the bathtub and think about maybe scrubbing it some time this week.....
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