Grumble GRRrrrrr ......

You know when you're in the store and you find something you like, something you consider special enough to set aside for a time when it'll be really necessary - that one really bad day or horrid person or last straw in a long line of straws - that'll perk you right up with only the anticipation of it when you finally get the chance to enjoy it fully?

And you know when someone else comes along and swipes it like such feelings of yours never really mattered in the first place? Without so much as a by-you-leave-sirrah, or a 'Does this belong to anyone who might miss it?' or a can I please?

That sort of REALLY induces the exact type of feeling the thing was put aside to alleviate in the first place.

Not even an apology. Just a blank look and a 'Well, it was for our neighbor ...' (whom I love dearly, to be scrupulously honest, but am disinclined to feel charitably towards at this precise moment in time).

Which wouldn't have helped, much. The lack of consideration was too blatant, too, well, hypocritical coming from this particular person, and I'm starting to get sick of it. It's the second such "huge" incident in as many weeks, but many little things that you think I would be immune to, having been around this person my whole life, have seemed to be building up lately to annoying levels.

i.e. I would like to haul off and smack 'em.

*sigh*

I thought writing it out would help, but now I'm rather despondent.

I have empathy ...

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
  And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
  By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
  And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
  It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
  And don't have any kids yourself.

 

by Phillip Larkin  - This Be the Verse