Let me make this spectacularly clear. A Rain of Frogs is NOT a design blog. It never has been, and it never will be. If you want to discuss design, head on over to this site, set up an account, and start a discussion about it. Yes, the site is ugly, but I also know for a fact that a far better version is on its way.
Now on to bigger and better things.
Lately I’ve been experiencing a level of stress I’m not used to. It’s not that high-pressure sort of stress that makes your heart race and your muscles ache from the adrenaline overdose. It’s the other kind. The kind that keeps you up at night even if you’re not an insomniac.
Lately people have been telling me how I should feel (or how I shouldn’t feel), and that’s been seriously pissing me off.
I coach baseball, rookie level (seven and eight year olds). When we lose a game, people tell me to relax, because it’s just about fun, right? Of course it’s all about fun. but losing sucks, and damn it, I’l allowed to feel bad about that for a few minutes.
Or something happens with my kids. Lately they’ve really been getting under my skin. It’s because it’s almost summertime and it’s difficult for them to focus on anything. I totally get that. Hell, I have trouble sitting in the office when its summery and warm outside. But christ in a sidecar, do I need every person I know telling me that it’s all normal and that I should just ignore it?
Yeah, maybe I should, but maybe I can decide how to feel all by myself too. It appears that I’m not allowed to feel bad about anything, that I’m not allowed to be mad, or sad, or frustrated, or anything without being told I’m feeling the wrong way.
Screw that. Sometimes I just want to feel crappy, and I think it’s my right to feel that way. Maybe if everyone would just let me feel bad for ten minutes without telling me that I’m wrong to feel that way, I’d be able to get it out of my system and move on to being the happy, cheery person everyone around me seems to require me to be.
Maybe all those people telling me how I should feel should get their own heads out of their asses and take a look at their own feelings before telling me how to feel.