So I'm on my way home for lunch today, get off on my exit, and sit at the red light for over 5 minutes...(low blood sugar+short fuse=no bueno) needless to say, I'm fuming at this point. Making it worse, apparently a cop is a few cars in front of me and Finally decides to do something about this ridiculous light.
I make it home, calmed down a little, walk inside to tell the rents about this absurd light. Dad rolls his eyes, sighs, continues his conversation with mom as if I am blowing the situation up (ok so maybe I did). They walk out on the deck to talk and leave the door open; I sit to play the piano and calm down completely (dad just spiked the temper back up some).
Tell me why this dude huffs and mumbles loud enough for me to hear and closes the door. Oh, I was LIVID! It still makes me mad. But I think the root of it is that it hurt. My playing sucks? You're tired of hearing me play the same things? You know what songs I play when I'm in an ill mood, and you just don't want to deal with me?
I don't want to play anymore with anyone around. That might be silly, but it's how he made me feel. Just because I'm in a bad mood doesn't mean you have to join me, making me the cause of your bad mood. It just escalades my own!
When I left to head back to work, they're back inside and he tries to ask what's wrong. No response, I just head toward the door. He huffs over saying he's going to walk me out...in a calm tone...
"No, I'm fine, I just want to go back to work".
"Really, let me walk you out so we can talk. Are you mad at me?"
"No seriously, I don't want to talk. I just want to go back to work".
Why don't people listen. I'm trying to keep a level head and walk away, but keep pushing, and eventually, I'm gonna let it out. Sometimes, I hate that I can be so temperamental :-/
