It’s true that I’m generally a happy person, and I like to have fun and not stress over every minor detail of life. Those minor details, like crumbs on a kitchen floor that scatter to the baseboards, eventually become very noticeable. That’s when I scream. I may not always audibly scream, but I’m screaming on the inside just the same.
I scream because I feel if I don’t do things myself, they won’t get done. I scream because these things don’t seem to bother anyone else enough to do anything about it themselves. I scream because I have ADD, which makes it hard enough to keep my own life organized much less organize the lives of everyone else in the house. I scream!
I scream at the IRS! After many years of receiving a sizable refund, drastic changes were made causing us to owe money the past two years. Now I scream because we no longer have the luxury of traveling much for vacations.
I scream at people! Instead of wasting energy bad-mouthing people and things (I’m not going to offer specifics because that’s not the point here), get out there and do something to try and make a change!
I scream at kids! I especially scream at young adolescent girls on the cusp of becoming teenagers who walk a fine line between just being smart or being smart asses. Note to such girls: Mean Girls Suck! Note to my own such girl: Don’t lose your compassionate, caring nature, and be watch out for those “friends” who have a tendency towards a mean and sarcastic nature.
I scream at the corporate world full of mergers & acquisitions, job descriptions, the addition of rungs in corporate ladders, and the politics of it all!
These are just a few of the crumbs that make me scream. What makes you scream?