This morning I felt hurt and betrayed. Over events that I feel I should be over now. I did what I could, and I learned what not to do next time if it comes up again, which is a very low probability event, anyway.
By now, hurt has given way to anger, and it’s a lot of story lines about how dare they treat me that way. Problem is that since I feel like I’m being unnecessarily resentful, I’m so irritable that just every little thing that is the slightest bit unsatisfactory is a huge problem, and why can’t people get their own individual shit together before they fucking tell me what I am doing wrong.
Normally this would be a non issue, but now it’s scary because I don’t want to be one of those people who takes their frustrations out on just whoever is nearby at the time. That’s a moral principle for me. And I’m finding all sorts of reasons to be pissed at everyone in my way. I think I am grumpy because I’m not getting enough sleep. I hate feeling this way, though. Luckily I am home for the day, and I’m going to bed asap.