I'm not being rude

You know those days when everything seems to be getting on your nerves easily?

You dismiss every joke as corny and don’t even bother to at least feign an amused reaction just for the cracker’s sake. What’s worse is you even include an eye roll in the process.

You’re abnormally quite. And for someone who talks 1000 words per minute then that must be some kind of an innovation.

You know for a fact that you’re in a foul, sour mood. So you don’t understand why people don’t appear to recognize ‘that mood’ since they just worsen it by labeling you as ‘kill-joy’, ‘spoilsport’, ‘attitude problem’, ‘anti-social’ and a whole bunch of other names as well, similar to that effect.

You’re a social little creature yet today you don’t feel up for any day trip. As a matter of fact, all you want to do is distance yourself from everybody, then lock yourself up inside your room because everything else just infuriates you.

You seem to be too hostile for your own good and you find that urge to bitch and boss around as if your acting so in your normal days is still not enough to last you a second lifetime.

Your curse the hell out of the GLOBE Telecommunications Inc. for proposing that stupid, idiotic idea of UNLIMITED TEXTING. Then you shift the blame to some of your contacts who don’t seem to have any healthier things to do, other than to send a succession of group messages and broadcast to you and to the world the littlest details going on with their lives. (which for the record, you don’t give a rat’s fart)

(Let’s eat!, Good morning/afternoon/evening, Hi/Hello, Oooh I really like this tv show! You should watch it too!, It’s Sunday, let’s attend the mass!, Ugh, it’s Monday again, back to school, Traffic is hell…and so on and so forth…)

Seriously! Do I resemble a mobile phone diary nowadays?!

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Don’t take offense. I’m not being rude. It’s just one of those days. Really.

Rest assured that this is not the PMS talking.

NOT. AT. ALL.