Today I am...
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I want to say wanton. In the sense of the word meaning, in my particular emotional context, spoiled, carefree, lack of regard for authority. The now archaic or defunct definition of the word, as opposed to its current definition, lewd, lascivious, unchaste.
The idea that the current definition does not apply to me, however, can be challenged. I digress. :)
I guess the word comes to mind in its Shakespearean context, in reference to Juliet's behavior throughout the play. That whole "damn the world" attitude.
Petulant. That's a better word.
Sitting here working and looking like I care on the outside while inside there's a right wretched Veruca Salt-esque person who is throwing the ultimate shit fit because she is not happy. My inner Veruca does not want to be here at all.
But I manage to function anyway. The inner Veruca, while bitching and kicking up a storm right now, knows that she will eventually get her way. In four or five days, it will be ok again. Monday's practically halfway over.
See, Veruca, you spoiled, naughty little brat? You'll be fine in a few days. Now shut the hell up so I can concentrate on work. You're not making this easier for either one of us. If you promise to let me concentrate for the next half hour, I'll treat you to a red tea latte from Bucky's when we go to Saladworks for lunch. If you piss me off, all we're getting are hot dogs from Costco.
I am talking to myself, telling my inner Veruca Salt to shut up. But we already knew I was slightly crazy.
Today I am spoiled, cranky, petulant, and yes, wanton (archaic or current definition, depening on who you ask).
Is the weekend here yet?
I want to say wanton. In the sense of the word meaning, in my particular emotional context, spoiled, carefree, lack of regard for authority. The now archaic or defunct definition of the word, as opposed to its current definition, lewd, lascivious, unchaste.
The idea that the current definition does not apply to me, however, can be challenged. I digress. :)
I guess the word comes to mind in its Shakespearean context, in reference to Juliet's behavior throughout the play. That whole "damn the world" attitude.
Petulant. That's a better word.
Sitting here working and looking like I care on the outside while inside there's a right wretched Veruca Salt-esque person who is throwing the ultimate shit fit because she is not happy. My inner Veruca does not want to be here at all.
But I manage to function anyway. The inner Veruca, while bitching and kicking up a storm right now, knows that she will eventually get her way. In four or five days, it will be ok again. Monday's practically halfway over.
See, Veruca, you spoiled, naughty little brat? You'll be fine in a few days. Now shut the hell up so I can concentrate on work. You're not making this easier for either one of us. If you promise to let me concentrate for the next half hour, I'll treat you to a red tea latte from Bucky's when we go to Saladworks for lunch. If you piss me off, all we're getting are hot dogs from Costco.
I am talking to myself, telling my inner Veruca Salt to shut up. But we already knew I was slightly crazy.
Today I am spoiled, cranky, petulant, and yes, wanton (archaic or current definition, depening on who you ask).
Is the weekend here yet?
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