i have started four posts in as many days… i am no longer in a good mood. Too many people too few beheadings. Today a fella named Chuck Wedge has apparently decided to post a few of my photos to a facebook group and label them as his own. And when i objected the local people IN the facebook group decided I was the villain in the piece because i objected to the theft. I really hate methuen, now i am hating on the people.
Every so often when i tell someone i am moving and leaving I get that ‘people are alike everywhere’ and the ‘all towns are the same’ bullshit, which i can tell you right now is NOT true. and some of the locals I have told, take it as a personal affront when you imply their choosing to live here shows a certain lack of momentum. Seriously guys… open your eyes and look around…you don’t HAVE to live here, you can live anywhere.
And then there was the little bitch i wanted to punch in the face on monday…no i didn’t i politely left the room and ranted in the back room of the clinic. I kept trying to explain how to take care of her mother’s newly spayed cat and all she wanted me to tell her was at what age she can put a child’s head lice product on a kitten to kill fleas. When i told her she shouldn’t she kept challenging me and saying she would…so i said “THEN WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?” that’s when she started sounding like an overgrown teenager, and i left the room before i knocked out some of her teeth. – gawd i hate the stupid.
And this week’s crowning glory…and it’s only WEDNESDAY remember? – i haven’t heard from the lawyer I engaged in almost two weeks. Finally at the encouragement of friends I sent him a carefully worded email saying if he was too busy, i would hire someone else. Then i got an email which can only be described as “hummana hummana” “but i was giving your brother some TIME to find a realtor.” which is utter bullshit, I can sit in my window and throw rocks all day and hit nothing but estate agents, my neighborhood is infected with them. And if i had WANTED my brother to make all the decisions, why the fuck would i have hired the lawyer?
Needless to say, I am grinding my teeth between panic attacks. I have a couple of happier posts coming about greenfield and such, but i am stressing because now that i have set my hopes on something, i’m afraid it will all blow up in my face. And I had kinda sworn off setting my hopes on something about 12 years ago… i have spent the last decade letting shit just happen.