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myOtaku.com: wolf of sorrow


Sunday, January 24, 2010

I shall enter myself as evidence that depression really hurts, and that it takes ALOT of energy to be pissed off at people.

Recently, my weekend shifts have been rather shaky. Mainly because my coworkers during that time like to poke fun at me. It's not bad, I like to have fun with them too, but sometimes, they tend to push my buttons. The one way to really make me angry, criticize me on how I work. I was laughing at the joke at first, but apparently it set a ticking bomb off in my head. Soon, I was very upset, angry, and depressed. Yes, all those things. I knew they were joking too, but everyone has something you joke with them about. Mine is criticism. I hate criticism. I don't take criticism very well at all. That feeling just latches on to me and won't get off until someone apologizes, til I vent it out, or nap. (Naps solve every mood swing.)

After about 2 hours, my coworkers started to notice that I was upset. (Yeah, 2 hours.) One went home, but then the other finally asked what was wrong. I vented. I found out that I was really only angry at the one person who made the joke, but I turned it into something else and got angry at everyone.

After I vented I felt better. . . sort of. I wasn't angry/upset/depressed anymore, but I ached all over, and I was seriously exhausted to the point where it felt like I worked 11 hours when it was only 4 hours that passed by. I hate being angry because it takes so much energy out of me, but it can't be rainbows and ninjas everyday. Sadly, today was just one of those days. Saints play in the NFC championship tonight. I was gonna come home and help Dad make the ribs, but it's done now. Too tired now. Ugh.

Hope the Saints win and push Farve into retirement. :P


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