Have you ever had those days when things started piling up. First, one thing. Then, another. Before you know it, you find yourself buried under a haystack of negative energy.
At some point, you find yourself getting mad at everything. It is like the world is a chalkboard, and the rest is all fingernails.
The cashier at the store.
The guy who decided to park in the middle of the street and get something out of his trunk.
The incessant sound of the weed-eater across the street.
The songs that come on the radio.
During times like this, only AC/DC and Black Sabbath can soothe my soul.
As you get mad at everything, you know deep in your heart that the world does not have a problem. It is all coming from inside.
That is the way I have felt for the past couple of days. There is no logical reason for it, and I am supposed to be a logical person. It is just that one thing hit me wrong, and an avalanche was the result.
This could lead me into a long blogging rant, but I am going to refrain. Instead of a long rant, here are a series of thoughts.
I am certain that a person I know sold their soul to the Devil.
I understand why Michael Jordan fans do not like LeBron James. I was a Larry Bird fan who did not like Michael Jordan.
Lightning bugs are strange creatures. They tend to not like being put in jars.
People who read Game of Thrones used to lord over those who only watch Game of Thrones. Now, they get mad because the show has gotten ahead of the books. Of course, they could stop watching.
My county has its own version of the Berlin Wall. It is called Highway 109.
We have a basketball goal, a trampoline and a volleyball net, and all of them are drooping.
The new Colonel Sanders is stupid and does the original Colonel Sanders a great disservice.
The iPhone should have never been invented. It is taking over our lives.
Summer is not the best season of the year. Fall is a lot better.
My last meal has to include Scotch Stew.
When a politician takes a stand of fiscal conservatism and social liberalism, I will definitely vote for them.
Never forget that the Clampett’s were the smartest people on The Beverly Hillbillies.
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