Kvetch

I never realize how reliant I am on social media to absorb the slings and arrows of a hostile universe until I try to stop using it. I haven’t even fully succeeded in doing so–I posted about getting a wrong-number call from a dog and also did the ten year challenge this week alone–and also my abstention has only been going on a bit more than two weeks total, so the whole thing is pathetic. And yet, I have a lot going unsaid, so I’m going to say it all here in one great burst of complaint:

Construction worker gestured for me to drive into what turned out to be oncoming traffic. He gestured much less vaguely to indicate his anger that I had done so.What was intended to be an anonymous gift apparently was not in that I received a thank-you note???RR: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Mark (husband): No! [Conversation ends]Much anticipated day of Women’s March slated to be -17 degrees!Gnocchi casserole is terribleI don’t care about revolutionary ways of tidying, razor ads, or Instagram influencers, and that’s all there is to read about other than the actual news, which is horrible.Email rudeness. OMG, I hate it so much.