There. I said it. I’m not feeling very 4th of July’ish.
I don’t know whats wrong with me. I normally LOVE this holiday.
In my opinion, this is the best holiday of the year. It’s warm out, everyone is celebrating and having a good time, people are in a good mood, etc. I always look forward to the 4th.
And today? I don’t really feel like doing much of anything. Wait, I lie. I want to lie in my bed, watch TV and veg out all day. That’s doing something, right?
Sigh.
I don’t even feel like going out tonight to watch the fireworks. WTF? I LOVE fireworks. The loud booms, the pretty colors, the people oohhhing and agghhing. I live for that shit. I usually look forward to this every year, but this one.
I’m sure this has to do with the funk I’ve been in lately. Just ask my coworkers or husband. I have not been very pleasant to be around. I feel myself slowly pulling out of it, but not fast enough. I’m going on approximately day 8 of this. And I don’t like feeling like this. I’m normally a pretty happy go lucky person. I won’t lie, I do get annoyed easily but I tend to get over it quickly (if I like you. If not, forget it. You’re screwed). But these last 8 days? I feel like every little thing that anyone does is about to make me jump out of my skin. I don’t think I even said more than 20 words to Jay last week because when I did talk to him, I was snippy. I’m trying to actually listen to what my mom taught me and “Don’t say anything at all if you have nothing nice to say”.
It doesn’t help either that Jay is in a mellow mood today as well. As I type, he is napping on the couch and I contemplate going to spend money even though I’m on a self inflicted spending freeze.
I hope that he drags my sullen ass to the fireworks tonight though. I feel like that will help run this mood out of me.
Truly, though. I think I blame my brother for my 4th of July funk. The jerk’s birthday is on July 3rd and we always-always have a party or go bar hopping (as we did last year for his 21st birthday) on the 3rd or 4th to kick off the 4th of July This year though, the jerkface is in Arizona. So, it’s his fault I don’t feel like doing anything.
Aaron. I blame you. It’s all your fault.
But then again, you’re probably used to it because I guess that’s not much different from how it was growing up, ‘eh? Smooches, I love you.
So, even while in my anti-4th mood and all, I want to wish everyone a wonderful, fun and SAFE Happy 4th of July!
Oh, and Happy Birthday America!
