People and events are flying at me left and right trying to eat up time doing this, doing that, going here, going there, every weekend and frequently on weekday nights for the next sixty weeks or more.
Too many people around here (by which I mean my physical location, not LiveJournal) are rock-stupid.
Any one of these is enough to make me stress out. Two of them in combination are enough to make me grouchy. All three combine into a serum potent enough to turn me into Mr. Hyde. But, as I spent pretty much all of yesterday and most of this morning with Mr. Hyde way too close to the surface, it is now officially time to chill.
I have no respect for people who can't be pleasant or at least civil to others who've done them no wrong. There are people, and mind you I know 'em, who think that whatever mood they may be in trumps manners, and will happily act like a total shit to people who should be their friends. Many (if not most) people are like this as kids, but most of us also outgrow it by the end of puberty.
I well know that being pleasant when you feel like crud takes a lot of energy, doubly so for introverts. And when I feel Mr. Hyde coming to the surface like he has been the past couple of days, I immediately recognize that as a sign of being too tired to keep him locked down in the dungeon where he belongs. But as I say, I have no respect for people who just let their Hydes out -- and that includes myself on those occasions when I fail.
So in order to retain my self-respect, it is time to step back, force myself to relax and rejuvenate a little, then kick Mr. Hyde in the junk and shove him down the stairs again. My mood does not trump manners, and it is the worst kind of selfishness to act like it does.