Upset :: A Vent Sesh

Today, for no particular reason and as a result of no particular circumstances,
I
am
upset.

Okay, so I'm not locked up in the bathroom crying into my spaghetti and knocking back tequila shots upset. I actually had a really great visit with one of my best friends and we found new dresses for our Dress Dare wardrobe and talked about plans and life and boys and napping and being fat kids who eat good food and drink good beer. So, I'm not that upset.


But I am upset.


I'm upset with beautiful people, who so effortlessly and flawlessly walk through this world, beautiful on the inside and out. Who look stunning in every picture. Who turn heads when they walk into the room, but smile with such genuine kindness that they've soon melted every heart in the room too. I'm upset with you pretty people, you big jerks. What about the rest of us? Some of us wake up with crazy-frizzy-out-of-control hair and giant red spots on our faces and not-so-perfectly-pearly-white teeth. We have to work for it, you know? And we normalites are not always so gracious. We say really dumb stuff and upset the people we love most and kiss people we shouldn't and don't know when to shut up. It's rough out there for us. So, I'm upset with you.


I'm upset with all the lovers in the world right now. How dare you rub it in the faces of the rest of us that your man is splendidly splendid and sends you flowers at work AND brings you your favorite food AND has your favorite wine chilled and waiting for you when you get home AND loves your little cousin  Joe and you just know he'll make a great dad some day AND he looks like freaking McDreamy + Gerard + Ryan Gosling all rolled into one. How dare you? Don't get me wrong -- I'd rather be single than in an unhealthy relationship or with a person who I half-heartedly care about or who I have to be with because of mistakes we made together or who wants somebody else or.... The list is endless. So, being single is not a problem but seeing all of these fairy tale moments and hearing about your dates and how mushy he makes you feel on the inside? Well, I'd LOVE to have that too. And I'm adult enough to admit that my immaturity only lets me envy you rather than feel happy for you. Sorry, but I'm upset with you.


I'm upset with people who love to workout. I mean, seriously? w.t.f.? You know that's not normal right? That you're excited to get up and run at 5 am, that you enrolled in your 5th fitness class for the week, that you don't even like sugar or beer or carbs anymore and don't even miss them? It's just not right. And for the rest of you, who maybe are normal and love to eat and sleep and find working out a chore but you do it anyway...?Well, I'm upset with you too. Darn  you with your skinny legs and tight tushies and rock hard abs.
up.set.


I'm upset with people who know exactly what they want to do with their lives. All of these other people are forgivable, but you? You know which classes to take, which degree course to pursue, which positions with which companies are most beneficial to get you where you want to go. You, who have a purpose and a clear sense of direction and know what you're doing? Yeah. I might actually detest you a little for that. Unfortunately, people tend to assume that being enrolled in a graduate program means a person has finally figured out what she wants to be when she grows up. NOT. Well, not for me anyway. It's just another layer on the 7 Layer Sarah Cake that is my life, just keeps piling up with no real indication of where it's going. So, yeah. I'm a little upset.


I think that covers most of the things that are upsetting me today. I'm ashamed, I must admit, to be feeling so petty and glum and I apologized profusely to my poor friend who had to listen to me rant about these things today [mostly the one about pretty people, actually]. I'm not proud of it but that's what's on my heart today. 


Here's hoping this evening and the coming week brings some clarity and some perspective and some joy. I could use it.



Over and Out,
Your [not so] Plucky Picaroon

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

4 comments:

  1. awe, not only do we have the same name. BUT we also have the same complaints in life :) I hope your week gets better love!

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  2. Ahhh, I wish I liked to workout too.
    Oh but dear, how do you know people aren't looking at your blog and your life and thinking the VERY same thing about you... about how great and wonderful your life is?!!?
    I think I do that all the time with other peoples blogs, and then people say that to me about my blog and I think 'What!? are you serious? want to trade lives!!?'
    I think probably everyone feels this way, even the really pretty people. But I know what you mean, I feel this pretty often too :)
    Ice cream does usually help though ;)

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    1. ↑ This. My thoughts as I was reading. Ice cream in a waffle cone.

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  3. You guys are awesome! I think it's pretty obvious that the person I'd really be upset with is ME for not having any of that stuff figured out yet! The pluck is back, however, so don't you fear! Thanks for your comments, friends!

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