I am crabby.
I make no excuses. I just am.
It's that time of year again ... the time where I get closer and closer to needing a break. So, yes. I am crabby.
That may cause me to be a bit of a Negative Nellie. So be it.
When one is crabby, one needs a bit of Negative Nellie in their lives. They just do.
Sally Sunshine can just go take a leap off the nearest bridge. Sorry, Sally.
I *might* try to rectify the situation by suggesting meeting for coffee ... or dinner ... or just hanging out. Take me up on the offer, but only if *I* offer. Remember, I am crabby. Sometimes, it just has to be on my terms. I do not have to rationalize it. It just is.
I both crave being around people and abhor it at the same time. My crabbiness is a study in extreme dichotomies.
I should come with a warning label.
I suppose this should serve as the warning label: Handle with extreme caution. Contents under extreme pressure. Highly flammable. Highly volatile.