Fall is my favorite season. You get to wear sweaters and sip warm beverages without becoming soaked in sweat. There is a crisp smell in the air. The leaves are falling off the trees and the diversity of color makes the view in every direction beautiful. Usually the season alone brings a smile to my face and a calmness to every moment.
This year is different. The wool is making me itch. I am sweating my ass off if I even look at a hot toddy. The air smells like cow shit. The leaves are making chores not joy and everywhere I look the trees are ghastly skeletons. I think I missed the entire change of season this year. Winter is but 3 degrees away.
Now I can't help but find fault in everything that everyone does. I am becoming an increasingly cranky person with nothing better to do than complain at every turn. I am becoming petty. Does it matter if someone forgot to use their turn signal. Or that the woman at the pharmacy really didn't see me in line when she cut. Or that my roommate really does become obsessed with every man he sees. Or that my latte was too hot, or too sweet, or my cappuccino wasn't dry enough. Or that my shirts were light starch instead of medium starch. Or that this picture of Tom Petty makes me want to gouge out my eyes with a rusty spoon.
I have become a petty person. No, a petty monster.
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