I'll certainly admit to having called out a loud-enough-for-public-embarrassment "The line ends behind me back there" to people who were trying to slip in.

But that's actually causing you measurable harm. Pretty minor, maybe, but something.

With the rage overload over the big important stuff happening on a daily basis I'm not really left with the spoons to get ragy about the petty stuff. Have to admit though that sometimes it is the little stuff that hits at the wrong moment.

Judging whether someone needs early boarding or parking in handicap, not so much. Although I might give a side eye to some 'service' pets in the grocery store.

Although I might give a side eye to some 'service' pets in the grocery store.

I will own my crotchetiness and say I'd rather have most of those pets rather than most of the kids in the grocery store.

Right now my massive annoyance is a whole slew of people telling my nephew's fiance that he needs to have a sleep study because he must have sleep apnea because he snores. His mother chiming in with testimony that both she and his grandmother have sleep apnea, so he should get the study done. His mother and grandmother are both seriously obese and he is an athletic mid 20s guy in great shape. People with sleep apnea often snore, but the vast majority of people who snore don't have apnea!!

Phew, got that off my chest.

The father of my childhood friends died today. I say friends, because while A was my age & my buddy, the three other siblings were equally my playmates & friends. We grew up in each others' houses, living next door to each other until high school, and then carpooling in high school ( & the younger to the middle school) until graduation. Victor wasn't a dad to me, but he was family, in a way. He coached my brother's soccer, took me with the rest of the kids to their grandparents' house so often they'd ask when I wasn't with...

He was younger than my parents,

Aw, sarameg, I'm sorry to hear that.

Ugh. I'm sorry it's been a shit day (or few days) for people.

sarameg, I'm so sorry.

I'm ok, just sitting here acknowledging mortality. I'm getting better at it, if better is just "sigh."

Which is piling on.

...I think my mom's short term memory issues are escalating. We're coping, but I think dad's gonna need to take over the financials soon. It causes her too much anxiety over whether she remembered to pay this or that (she always has, because she's like that) which leads to more forgetfulness,which leads to more anxious spiraling, etc.

But it's always been her bailiwick, so this will be fun. Dad can do it, he's managed multimillion contracts, just skated on the domestic budget. Hell, he got an allowance for years.

Until the last couple years, we'd all assumed mom would outlive/outbrain dad. Them included. We're recalculating.

Sorry, just having a mental dump.

It's not "I'm not getting what I need" it's "Somebody is getting something they don't deserve".

And somehow, in their minds, the people who "don't deserve" things are usually darker skinned than the people getting in a huff. I think this is behind white people on or below the edge of financial security voting for people who are destroying the social security net. Sure, it means that help won't be there for them, but at least those people won't be getting something they don't deserve. And I don't know how to talk to people like that. What do you say to someone who'd rather watch their own kids go hungry than know that, somewhere, a poor kid of color is getting a sandwich?