... About Patience

Reader, I consider myself a rational person (please ignore the last post, or any other evidence you have to the contrary). I think I'm reasonable.  I think I'm able to separate the reality of a situation from the way said situation effects my emotions.

That said, sometimes I think the Universe is just out to screw me.  And there are a few curveballs the Universe continues to hurl at me that I refuse to tolerate anymore.

Curveball #1: My inability to wake up in the morning.  Now, Reader, as I'm sure you'll agree, this one is entirely not my fault.  I purposely set my alarm to go off nine minutes before I need to get up, which allows me one full session of snoozing.  Well, the other morning I set my alarm an extra ten minutes early so I could get up in time to make myself breakfast.  My alarm went off, all right.  And it continued to go off for ten minutes, until the time when I normally wake up, at which time I finally regained consciousness.

Curveball #2: Stupid people.

Curveball #3: Whatever my hair is doing right now.  Because seriously, Reader, it's just not cooperating in the least.  How is it possible that my bangs grow out to the point of being completely unworkable in a matter of weeks, but the overall length stays the same for months on end?  How is it possible that some days it goes wavy on its own and other days it just does this weird flippy thing on the ends?  I mean, what I am supposed to do?  If only there were some sort of hair "products" or "styling tools" that one could use on their hair to make it look certain ways... but alas, that's too much to ask for.

I think I've paid my dues, Universe.  I'm no longer willing to put up with my inability to wake up.  I won't tolerate stupid people on the phone.  Or stupid people in the checkout line at the grocery store.  Or stupid people on television.  I mean, really, Universe.  Don't you think I've had more than my fair share of encounters with people of stupid persuasion?

I do.

I.  Do.

You know what else I think I deserve, Universe?  Magic powers to manipulate my hair any way I want it to be.  Or a new curling iron.