I Am Irrationally Irked at Being Rational

"Don't get mad, get even."

"Don't get mad, get everything."

"Don't get mad, get busy."

"Don't get mad, get Glad."

I'm sick and tired of pretending I'm not mad. If you don't feel the same way, you should be ashamed of yourself.

I mean really, let's be honest.

I'm a fan of honesty.

You go through your day, and there are dozens of small events that really get your goat. You're denying it, I know. I've been there. So for argument's sake, I'll pretend I'm the only person to whom this happens. It's the line at the store, even if I'm not in a hurry. It's the perky girl checking my bags, who does nothing wrong except be seemingly more content in life than I am. It's the mother of the four toddlers that are making any sort of noise on a decibel level I can hear. It's the jack wagon who couldn't take the time to spit out his gum two feet to the left of where I am now standing on top of it.

They're rarely done to provoke me.

They're often preventable by some action on my part.

They're irrational things to be upset about.

And yet.

The rational thing to do is, of course, move on. Try not to acknowledge to yourself that anything is wrong. Keep things classy by keeping up appearances.

But you know what?

I am irrationally irked at being rational.

Here's to being honest with ourselves.

Add some sass to your class,

Jenna