"Damn" Day

I'm having a "Damn" day. It's one of those days where I just keep saying, "Damn." Let me explain. This feeling is appropriately illustrated in the new movie with Jennifer Aniston, Friends With Money. The movie is about four friends, three of whom are very successful and have a great deal of money. One of the characters, Jane, played by Frances McDormand, is a very rich and very successful clothing designer, who is married to a seemingly gay British husband. She gets in a funk, where everything seems unfair. After accomplishing her goals, there just doesn't seem like there's much to look forward to in life. There are several scenes in the movie where Jane keeps getting fucked over, to put it plainly. In restaurants, she's ignored. In parking lots, her space gets stolen. And in one scene in particular, Jane's standing in a long line at Old Navy. It's finally her turn and a couple cuts the line right in front of her. She gets upset, and when she speaks to the manager about it, they ask her to leave the store. That, my friends, is what "Damn" feels like.

So my day began with a lovely argument with my dad. Over pizza. Yes, pizza. I then told myself, I'm not going to let that ruin my day, so I got ready to run errands. I did my hair and makeup, for no real reason in particular, just to feel good about myself. I went out, got gas, which by the way, is INSANE! ($3.29 per gallon here, my car cost $52. And that's considered a good deal.) I went to the bank and on my way out, by sunglasses fell on the floor and broke. They broke. Sunglasses never just break...but mine did.

I then went to the video store to return a movie I rented for my little cousin. There's this car in front of me, who decides to block the whole area while they go drop off their movie. I get a little annoyed, but thought, hey. I'm really in no rush. As I patiently wait behind the car, a man is driving towards me from the other direction. He then yells at me to stop blocking the street, hogging up the area, etc. I was speechless, which usually isn't the case for me. Thing is, there was plenty of room for the jerk to get through. I wanted to reverse and follow his ass just to scare him. Instead of yelling something back, which I would normally do, I sat there, stunned. A always tells me what goes around comes around. She believes in karma, to the fullest degree. I thought, damn. Was I being punished?

I guess I tend to think that way because I need a reason as to why people are rude. I'm the type of person that believes most people are inherently good. Why do I let stupid parking lot man bother me? I then thought to myself, I should feel sorry for him. Any man that gets that upset over something so stupid must be sad inside. Still, I don't like rude people. Which is probably why I can't get along with my dad. But seriously, no one that really knows my dad gets along with him very well.

I do try to understand who he is. I hear stories about him from my aunts and my grandma. His childhood sucked, but as I told my grandma, he's doing exactly what was done onto him, and she agreed with me. So I can't really feel that bad for him.

I just told danny I'm having a bad day. He promised from this moment forward, it'll be a good day. I'm a bit skeptical, only because I know at some point, my dad will be back home.

Damn.