Sometimes, I may occasionally if the situation warrants , throw a little fit.
How is that for vague language?
Let’s try that again.
I can throw a fit with the best of them with one key difference.
My fits at this point in life are usually far more DRAMATIC or MENTAL than
PHYSICAL, and it usually begins with the thought ‘woe is me’.
Yesterday while painting furniture for a guest bedroom makeover , I decided that it was about time I went to an actual furniture store and bought furniture.
I was so over painting flea market finds.
That is what most normal people do, right? They go to a furniture store?
They don’t get foundered in the guest room like one of my father’s cows, struggling to put on a
happy face while using chalk paint .
Normal people don’t ever do that, right?
And then in the midst of that thought, I actually put my fit in reverse.
Have you ever done that?
I then thought ‘but I don’t want to do that’ . ‘I don’t like furniture store furniture’…(and on and on and on).
Sometimes, I wear myself out. (In a simple way of course.)