Pathetic

It is very pathetic of me, to over-dramatize everything. Every little thing, I shit you not (is that another over-dramatic comment?). For example, I always feel completely miserable and ready to slit my wrists or something when my parents fart in front of me. Yeah, you heard me, when they fart. Now, I am not saying I never fart or my fart smells like roses, because neither statement is true. However, it doesn't make it any less miserable for me to experience that. It just feels like, "This is kind of excruciating, holding my breath, and I must not take any testing sniffs for 5 minutes." And that makes me sad and not wanting to live on the face of earth for that 5 minutes at least.

When there is not much to look forward to, you live your life one day at a time. That's about the only thing I can say on the topic of my life right now.

Man Delights Not Me

Man delights not me.

A Shakespearean quote, apparently. Straight out of Hamlet. Was watching The Reduced Shakespeare Company, and this really spoke to me. Because I spend the day dissing people and complaining how I don't like people, and the fact that there are people coming through the doors into my store just plain pisses me off. Therefore, generally speaking, "Man delights not me."

Will never make a good actress, I barely keep my face straight and friendly on the floor these days. Even today when H came in with her mom, her mom could see how stressed out I was. Then again, given the context (alone with three newbies who ask for how many pumps of syrup there are in drinks at every other turn), it's enough to drive you insane.

Afraid not very convincing to communicate positivity to newbies, it's harder these days.

Finally watched Perfume. Lovely movie. Excellent visuals and music. Love love love Alan Rickman, his voice is the sexiest thing ever. Can't wait to see him as the tormented Snape who lost his Lily Evans. And Ben Whishaw is amazing. He played the character so well, so deep and complex. Wish I could see him in Hamlet.