Last night I wrote this thoughtful post on finding a moment of tranquility.
I spent quite some time contemplating, writing and editing a post. Something semi serious and, at least I thought, a nice post about dealing with stress.
Then either WP or the internet fucking glitched and lost most of my post! So screw it! There went all my damned hard earned peace! The world is not meant to know the kind, sweet gentle me; oh hell she doesn’t even exist
for all you know! So back to normal.
By the way I did not find my tranquility in a glass, or a bottle for that matter. Did you know I used to be a bartender? No? Yes, I was a good one too, or at least I made good money doing it. But I just couldn’t handle all the damn drunks. Seriously. Did you know that if you add enough alcohol everyone, and I mean everyone, becomes stupid, angry or morose. Yep, if you add enough alcohol it will happen. I hate talking to stupid people. You can not have a conversation with stupid. You are too drunk when I am telling you you’re a moron and you think it’s a compliment. Not that I like angry or sad people, but at least with angry drunks I could just throw them out. It is a little harder with depressed ones (aren’t all drunks depressed), I had to ignore them until they became total pain in the asses and then I could throw them out.
So anyways, not a bartender anymore. Interestingly I pretty much gave up drinking after that. Did I mention everyone becomes stupid with alcohol? I hate being stupid, so I quit drinking.
So I became a hair stylist. No comments about being stupid.
A lot of the same people but at least they are sober. Smart, interesting sober people are better than drunks. A smart, interesting drunk person is still drunk and it tends to cancel out the first two things. I still deal with angry and sad people sometimes but it is easier to understand to them when they aren’t slurring their words and repeating themselves.