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The breaking point broke

So I finally reached the breaking point yesterday. 

Or so I thought. It’s only gotten worse. 

Today I got kicked off a couch by a kid who didn’t even ask nicely to sit there. 

I got sass talked by a student who didn’t follow my rules. 

Last night, I couldn’t sleep in my own bed because my neighbors were having a party right outside my window. Their daylight-bright patio light shined right into my bedroom. 

The original breaking point came at the second grocery store I had been to that day. People were going in through the out door and rushing in the wrong direction once they got in. One woman was even standing with a “wrong way” sign stuck in her face. How can one not pay attention to a freaking sign in one’s face?

 I couldn’t get to anything I needed, so I left the store. Only to get trapped in the parking lot. I was backed out to exit properly and in comes a massive truck blocking my way.

So I backed up and she wanted me to do it more. I wanted to say, .”You’re going the wrong way, dumbass.” 

So I laid on my horn. Once I was able to get out, the tires squealed and the obscenities flew! 

I have been feeling like I am in the way, and now, it’s more true than ever. As I write this, I am (self) exiled to a corner. If I went home, I would probably be exiled in a corner there too. I guess I will just enjoy the corner for a while, 

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