So yea.  I’m pretty sure I am sick. My throat has swollen shut out of no where and my nose is clogged. I feel like crap. I have no idea where I got this sickness from. I guess this just gives me another reason to hate people (because they get you sick) when really, I thought I had already discovered enough reasons this week to hate people. I am a cranky old maid.

I know I sound like a horrible person. Its true, but holy crap, there are just too many annoying, stupid, asshat filled people in this world. The application you fill out to become one of my friends just got 10 times harder to pass. I remember back in University, when I had like 5 friends, I was happy and they were great people with NO issues or drama. Now I’ve got a million friends and every two minutes there’s issues and drama. I don’t know if my being annoyed by this just shows that I am a snob or if there are just too many stupid people in this world, who apparently, want to be my friend. I really don’t know why anyone would want to be my friend. It’s probably because they all want to be friends with Chad so I’m a default friend. And really, I understand. Chad is a much cooler person then I am.

I dunno, I think I’ve been getting way to easily frustrated with people. And what happens when I get frustrated with people? I blatantly ignore them. Chad says I’m way to obvious, but at the same time, I don’t really care. I have not been able to deal well with any of the drama or bullshit this year has thrown at me, and my only way of surviving, I’ve found, is just cutting people out of my life who cause drama and shit for no reason. And when you think about it, why would you even want to be friends or know people who constantly piss you off or frustrated you or bring no positive aspects to your friendship. Exactly. So I’m not being an asshole, I’m just being honest.

Maybe I’m being too honest. I don’t know. I’m just tired of it all.

Especially fuckwit knobs at the Rogers information desk beside T & T supermarket in Metrotown who only respond to you if you are of the same race as them and then blatantly tell you they, in no way, want to help you solve your problem and in fact do not care to retain you as a customer. Wow. Ok thanks you douchbag asshole. You just made me hate the human race even more so then I thought I could.

Maybe I’m the one with the issues.

I woke up this morning to 198 emails in my inbox all having to do with spam comments on my blog. I have already blocked countless IP addresses and marked even more as ‘SPAM’ yet they keep coming.

What is the point? Do people even fall for spam messages anymore? Am I really going to click on the ridiculous links you send me? Do I REALLY want to see Miley Cyrus  naked???

NO.

I blame all of this on Chad because once, long ago, he was a spammer, and now, Karma is getting HIM back by getting ME back.

 Oh the things I have had to suffer because of him.

Spammers need to GET A LIFE!

So this weekend I was sick, or I think I was, or I’m just not sure what the hell is going on. I woke up Saturday morning with a dripping nose. Chad suggested allergies to which I replied “WTH I’m not allergic to things”. I took a clariten anyways. Then I realized they were expired. Probably why they did SFA. Went to my Moms house and she suggested a Sudafed. Popped it. Didn’t help. Went to Alicia’s and blew my nose for 5 hours.

Sunday still stuffed up, more dripping then clogging, now developing a cough. Take different kind of Sudafed. Does nothing. Go to Church and blow nose several times. Come home and feel like death. Attempt to make soup. Make mess of kitchen and feel to sick to clean it up. Head about to explode with sinus pressure and eyes water. Go to Zia Maria’s and watch hockey game with cousins. Survive quite nicely until 8pm when we decided to watch My Cousin Vinny. Blow nose 17 million times during movie.

Monday worst day of my life. Fever, stuffed up nose, inability to breath through nose, cough, congestion, over all feeling of death. Go to work. Die. Work for 4 hours, get the hell out of there. Sneeze so much on the drive home that my eyes water and I can not see a thing. Avoid getting into multi vehicle accident. Arrive home, have bath, put on Pjs, continue to suffer. Figure the head cold medicine is not working and give up on all kinds of healing procedures. Lay in misery for hours.  Inability to breath through nose causes multitude amounts of suffering. Rub Vicks Vaporub all over chest and neck in attempt to relief some sort of congestion. Partially works. Inability to breath through nose continues to drive me through the roof. Attempt to make dinner while needing to take a fever break every 5 minutes. Make dinner but feel too sick to actually eat it. Attempt to clear clogged nose by mindlessly blowing it to the point of raw exposed skin. Attempt relief by numerous applicationsof lotion to nostril area. Finally give up on life and sit in front of the TV breathing through my mouth and sniffing Vicks Vaporub. Go to bed and somehow sleep through the night.

Tuesday wake up and feel 5% better. Try and de clog throat and nose from sleepy time mucus. Sit on edge of bathtub and contemplated life. Get dressed and go to work. Attempt to survive a full 8 hours…

The only thing I can think of at this point in time is that I have a combination of sickness plus allergies. While I have never had allergies to Spring before I guess this year is the year for every. None of the sinus cold medication is making me feel any better and all I can do is sit here with my nose completelyclogged and I can’t blow the crap out or sniff if in, its just fully clogged. My fever is gone and all my achiness, the only thing that is left is the nose. Chads got some different allergy medication at home that’s helped him out a lot this season so I am going to test it out tonight. If it works I am going to kick myself for not trying it earlier. There is definitely something in this air at work that is irritating the crap out of me. AHHHHHHH.

That’s it. I am buying a damn Netty Pot.

Le sigh.

I guess there are times in life when I get too sensitive for my own good. When a comment that would usually slide right off my back instead pierces my soul (that sounds so dramatic) and sticks with me. When something so inconsiderate is done and I could over look it, but instead choose to dwell and stew on it.

I can joke with the rest of them and I am the first one to laugh or make fun of myself but there is a time and a place for everything and maybe people just don’t realize the state of mind I am in because I always try and make it seem ok. The underlay connection though, is the fact that people are inconsiderate through their comments and actions.

When someone makes a few comments to me about something I’ve posted I laugh and brush it off. But when that same person, two weeks later, when I am recovering from surgery, emails my husband to ask him his feelings in regards to this thing I have posted what I am left to think? Is this really the time and place to be doing this? Did you not find my answer satisfying enough that after the fact you need to go behind my back? What are you trying to stir up? And on something that has NOTHING to do with this person? Maybe I am over reacting or maybe people are just inconsiderate.

I am VERY sensitive to situations of that nature because of having to face the exact same scenario but magnified 100 times this time last year. Do people not think I can answer for myself? The frustration it stirs up inside of me is intense.

I love having people over to the apartment for food and parties and get togethers. But when people are invited into my home and are careless and completely inconsiderate of my feelings or wishes it drives me nuts. Especially a situation that repeats its self every single time. I can’t stop replaying the situation in my head and dwelling on it. I know it is a waste of time but I can’t help it. I think I am just so astonished with the kind of manners people have these days.

I have been dwelling on these situations and more all weekend long and they leave me frustrated. But there is nothing I can do. I am not about to go up to these people and explode in their faces because it would be a waste. And then what? All I can do is distance myself from certain people because the thought of having to hang out with them again is not at all appealing. I can not deal with their shit anymore. I seriously have come to my breaking point. I’ve been a good sport, really I have, but drunk assholes are not worth my time. Whats the point of constantly giving yourself to these people only to be used and then abused.

I’ve been ranting to Chad about it all weekend but I still can’t get it out of my head. Chad doesn’t dwell on things like I do. I hold grudges. Sometimes for years. It comes from my Nonno Beppe’s side of the family. His grudges are legendary. Lets just say you don’t want to get on our bad sides. We never forget, which I know is a huge fault in itself. But at the same time you can only rant for so long before you get tired of your own voice. I wrote this post in hopes of putting it all to rest. Until the next time I get crossed and really explode.

If only people weren’t selfish drunk assholes.

I have never been a fan of St. Patrick’s day. I’m not really sure why this is but and an Irish pub is the last place I want to be right now.

I am also not a fan of Irish music but I blame that on one too many visits to the Blarney Stone. If I have to sing about green alligators and unicorns one more time I think I am going to shoot myself.

I’ve had discussions with Irish folks before to try and figure out why I have such a dislike for all things Irish. Its not like I had a bad experience with an Irish guy or anything of that nature. And its not that I am at all racist to Irish people or think they are horrible or anything, its more about their culture. It drives me nuts. Leprechauns, WTF? Green Beer? Four Leaf Clovers?

It’s probably just an Italian thing. Maybe its because the Irish are so proud of their heritage just the same as Italians are which make us clash. We like Red Wine, they like Green Beer. Could we BE any more different?

I found this excerpt from a Sopranos episode I once watched. It fits my theory of Italians clashing with the Irish perfectly.

Episode 22, entitled “From Where to Eternity,” is written by one of the series’ stars, Michael Imperioli who plays Christopher Moltisanti, Tony Soprano’s nephew. This episode focuses on Christopher as he recovers in the hospital from multiple gunshot wounds. He survives, but at one point, goes into cardiac arrest and is clinically dead for one minute. After the doctors revive him, he calls in Tony and Paulie to inform them that while he was dead he went to Hell. Christopher’s vision of Hell: an Irish bar that exists in a perpetual St. Patrick’s Day celebration and where his father gets whacked every day.

That describes how I feel, except for the whole father getting whacked bit.

But its ok because I am sure the Irish hate the Italians, and thats fair enough. I’ve found enough messages boards discussing who would win – The Italian Mafia or Irish Mob in a gang war.

In the end I really just think it comes down to all my Irish Pub experiences and how many of them ended with me being annoyed or angry or just in a bad mood. Ha. Clearly, I am just not a fan of getting wasted while wearing green in a pub full of hooligans.

But Happy St. Patrick’s day to all the Irish out there. Enjoy yourself. Get Drunk. I just won’t be joining in.

And next year when its World Cup you can go back to hating Italians and the pride and obsession we have for their Italian Soccer team and how we like to rub it in everyones faces while drinking Red Wine and eating pasta.

It all evens out in the end!