Say it with me. UN-Social

It used to be:

 My Anti-social alter ego. 

 I liked the ring to it. It rolled off the tongue. It got the point across until I realized.     No, no it didn't.

Oh I could chime off the cliche 'according to Webster' gobblely gook definition crapola, but I've already got you analyzing the word, the post title and you have put 2 and 2 together to realize society has been using the word incorrectly.  This could start another rant but who has the energy. 

If you hadn't put two and two together...well move along. I'm not in the mood for stupid people.  

Irregardless...

(nails on chalk board) 

That said, the word is UNSocial. 

I am UNSocial.

Between November and March. 

UN   Social

Alter-Ego. 

My Unsocial alter ego.
Grammatically correct, but missing pizzazz 

Shut up whiny bitch and get on the eliptical

It's been a while.

The world didn't end, my favorite day has come and gone, the days are getting longer and I have a little faith that I will make it through another miserable season.

There's been no working out. Vitamins have been hit and miss. Bread is still not on my list of things to eat but all in all it's been a bitch of a winter.  Today's mental wanderings are dark and brooding. I couldn't event call myself sad.  Anxious, pitiful, morose and I wonder why I'm put on this planet.

But if you look at me, I'll smile at you, crack a joke and have a pleasant conversation with you. All is well on the outside.
Until you look closer.  Under the makeup there are dark shadows under my eyes, my skin is dry and depressed, and the eye...ya, that's not a real sparkle, that's the eyeliner aggravating my allergies and making them *shine*

Blah.
Who cares.

Purge it all Crazy Lady - Purge it all

I have the luxury of working from home when I want.
My co-workers also have the luxury of me working from home when I should.

SAD can make me a little (ahem) grouchy. 

Yesterday I was diligently plugging away at my to do list when I felt the anxiety start to creep in.

SAD can also make me a little (ahem) anxious* 

I ignored it as long as I could and then the next thing you know, I'm outta my chair, I'm looking at all the storage containers in the kitchen cupboard. "Oh ya, there is WAY too much of that!" me thinks. So I purge and pare down, into a box it goes.
Realizing I'm supposed to be working...I plunk myself back down to get some stuff done.

Next thing I know  I'm looking at all the books the bookshelf, "Oh, for pete's sake, if I haven't read this by now...and what the hell am I keeping this for?"  Dozens of books are boxed.
Again, back to my desk, where I think I'm working until I realize I'm sorting through my 'hold all' bowls and launching things (probably important) into the garbage.

Work was not going to happen. So I surrendered.

The Pantry - "why do I keep this pot/pan/cookie sheet?"
The stacks of magazines - casualty
The extending shoe rack - gone
The back door mats - tossed
The extra, extra spare linens - bye bye
Kitchen drawers, bathroom cabinet, dresser drawers and living room hiding spots all filtered and purged.
A pair of bedside tables, mongo serving dishes, hats, slippers, clothes and candlesticks -
All boxed and bagged up and sent to new homes.



I left the house when my nutjob-self starting eyeing up my most awesome shoe collection

Not today Crazy Lady, 

not today. 

*often, my cure for this anxiety is to get rid of clutter or visual mess. the good news hoarding will never be an issue.