The older I get the less I have of it and the tiniest things rev my engine. Like just this morning. I was hungry and weighed all the morning eating options that don’t have sugar in them.
A) Good luck
and
B) Thanks to my faltering eye sight, I can’t even read the ingredients
So I once heard people eat something called eggs for breakfast. They’re an unknown commodity to me. My mother didn’t have any business handling an egg. Thusly neither do I. I cracked a couple into a frying pan and rolled up my sleeves to get in the game. My intention was something called over easy but there was nothing easy about it. My first flip resulted in a merger. Two eggs became one resulting in a bad paisley print. Then the waters muddied and the burning commenced. I took the frying pan off the heat and attempted a side slide onto a plate. Missed it completely. What a mess and a waste of money considering the price of eggs.
Threw it out and opted for yogurt and my usual green apple. Granted I’m sick of them but it’s a much less needy preparation. I can core an apple in three seconds and hell, the yogurt lid snaps off perfectly sans mess. But that wasn’t the first time I lost my patience this morning.
The first one started with rushing so badly to get Stella (dog) out to pee ‘n poop that I left the keys in the door while rushing to catch an elevator. Didn’t notice until I reached for the fob to get in the service entrance of the building. Nutt’n. And the doorman was a stand-in that didn’t recognize me. Then some person passing me on the sidewalk flashed Stella a dirty look as if she was being intrusive. I yelled at her so you’re afraid of this? She didn’t get it. By the time I got a spare key from the concierge and cracked that first egg it was 7:15 and I was already cursing the day.
The spare concierge wanted identification. WHAT? I don’t carry a passport whilst walking the dog, although I hear most Minnesotans do since the ICE ordeal. Time for me to start. These are trying times. Thank god I don’t drive a car. Those poor things are soon to pay $7 a gallon.
Wait a second. The price of gas? Costly eggs? The mandatory identification?
I smell a fox in the henhouse and his name rhymes with dump. It’s not surprising I’m growing impatient as of late. It feels like everything’s a struggle. Everyone’s annoyed. Can’t flip an egg. Even Stella is viewed as a threat.
Patience is a virtue no longer applies to waiting at the airport, a tough conversation or justifying the grocery bill. It points to your ability to stay calm throughout the entire day. And my shrink wants to wean me off the anxiety meds? Not this week Doctor.
It’s a vicious cycle this politically charged life we currently lead. I rarely react to the news but I gotta turn CNN off.
You see there’s another saying.
Ignorance is bliss.