I'm so angry, I have a horrible adrenaline feeling in my throat, and my hands are cold and trembling, and my mouth is dry. And part of me would love to vent about it, but it's on my (short) list of topics to never, ever talk about. Every time I slip and talk about it anyway, I'm very, very sorry. It's one of my own Too Hot Issues.
Do you know how to find your own Too Hot Issues? I'll tell you how. It's when everyone on the other side of the issue seems like a raving, drooling moron, and you want to strangle every single one of them.
That's not compatible with my usual life outlook, which is that it's fine and natural for people to have different opinions, and that different lives are right for different people. Do I think you should be married, have five children, live in a raised ranch, and drive a minivan? Only if you want to, and there are a zillion other good lives if that life doesn't appeal to you. But do I think you should be on the same side of the Too Hot Issue as me? YES YES YES AND IF YOU'RE NOT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT. See? Incompatible. I can't even tell you what the Too Hot Issue IS, because you might tell me where YOU stand--and even if you don't, I'll IMAGINE you telling me. It's TOO HOT for me to touch.
This leaves me with a problem. Usually, talking things out is one of my best tools for getting over a grouse. I was a roiling mass of acid over the Target Christmas tree until I told you about it, and after that I felt released from it: I went and cheerfully deleted all the correspondence I'd been keeping for my imaginary lawsuit, and I stopped thinking about it every time I thought of Christmas, and I stopped composing mental scripts for my imaginary service desk confrontation, and I just felt BETTER, you know? It was as if I did $25 worth of venting, and now I could let the wasted $25 go. I mean, I still resent it, but I can see it as a blip rather than as THE END OF ALL JOY.
Well, you know what ELSE helped with the Christmas tree crabbiness was shopping the 75% off section at Target. Which is what I did to try to deal with today's useless rage, especially since I'm not talking it out---even with PAUL, who is on THE SAME SIDE (but he draws the line at strangling the opposition, and if you are not FOR me you are AGAINST me). Anyway. I got something new at Target. Want to see? I finally found a Countdown to Christmas Calendar thingie I like, and it was 75% off:
Many such calendars are one-time-use, or they have not taken into account that a person might need adequate storage for FIVE little surprises each night before Christmas. This unit is of iffy quality (I found seven of them at two different Targets, and four of the seven had missing doors), but there's room in each little cupboard for more than one item.
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...