I am not one for counting my blessings.
In fact, I would go so far as to say that I thrive on having less blessings.
The less blessings I have, the more opportunities I have for being a grumpy bitch.
And lets face it – grumpy bitch is my comfort zone. It’s my happy place. It’s my wheelhouse. It’s all those other crappy phrases that mean it is what makes me, me.
So, in many ways the apocalypse has been a godsend. It has certainly provided enough blog-fodder to keep me ‘happy’ for a long time and by happy I mean pissed off and annoyed. I’ve been able to profess my indignation and general hatred of life, the universe and people at regular intervals for ages now.
Being stuck in the house with my nearest and dearest has meant that I can witter on about how they won’t stop interrupting me, how they invade my personal space and how they just don’t care about how much I’m struggling to think of another word for ‘shit’.
The last couple of years have seen one thing after another come along to thwart what few good intentions I once had and restore my lack of faith in people’s ability to not be total knobs to each other.
I have been allowed to wallow in a pit of despair and wail at the injustice of it all.
I’m far from the only person to feel this way but I have probably enjoyed it more than most…and certainly more than is healthy for a so-called ‘adult’.
Happily, just when it seemed as if things might be looking up, the rug was pulled out from under me again and I had the perfect excuse for another year of epic moaning. The world might have been busy rejoicing as it took the first, tentative steps towards freedom but I was busy re-writing the old “luxury! In my day” sketch as I sat in my apartment and made lists of things I was unable, once again, to do.
For someone who likes a good moan it has been one long Christmas and birthday. Even if I had wanted to turn over a new leaf and become some kind of tree-hugging optimist…nah! I am Team Grinch…except not just for Christmas.
But now it looks as if all my fun and games might be coming to an end.
Despite that fact that I could happily continue to tell everyone that ‘we’re all doomed’ (in a Scottish accent of course…) recent events might just prove me wrong.
Things in Penang are opening up again. Once we’re vaccinated we can go out to eat, stay overnight in a hotel and generally become part of society again.
So, there’ll be no excuse for me to continue to sit inside, staring out the window, mouthing obscenities.
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop doing it…just means I’ll have less excuse to do so.
And I’ll have to go out sometimes and see things like this…