Peeps, I’m dying. I’m in a corner in the fetal position suffering from a migraine. But I’m going to power through this blog post because I need to get some things off my chest.
Have you ever had a conversation with someone and you know it won’t end well? Like, the person is beyond stupid. Anything they say is pointless to argue with because the person is a self consumed jerk. The whole time they are speaking, the hair on your arms and neck are standing up because you just want to slap the snot out of them. Yep. That’s part of the new Dumbassery Movement.
They’re everywhere. And not just in politics. But back to my migraine. I can’t decide if it’s a weather front moving into the state or the fact that I’m on day #2 giving up sugary sweets. Or maybe both. The withdrawals are brutal.
I’ve dealt with all kinds of dumbassery today. From making the poor choice of eating at Chick-fil-A on a Tuesday night (family night aka screaming kids at dinner where a cow comes out and scares the kids into oblivion) to dealing with drivers all around me texting and nearly running me off the road because texters apparently need 2 lanes. For. The. Love.
Oh and here in North Carolina there is a gas shortage. But no shortage on dumbassery. And people are killing each other (not literally) over a tank of gas as if The Walking Dead is becoming a reality. I’ll take zombies over these people any day.
I swear if I had gas in my car I’d drive to Krispy Kreme and get a dozen hot glazed. But can’t. Cause zombies and dumbassery.
But a hot glazed doughnut would be so good. I’m literally drooling right now.
Sorry if I’m rambling. I’m sure you’ve had days like mine too. All you can do is laugh it off. Or do jail time.
