I consider my self a pretty mellow dude. Most times I am a patient and understanding person, but one thing I know about myself is that when my patience runs out, it’s out. Whatever happens after that is your problem.
There is only but so much tolerance I have for bullshit in a given week. This means the small little bullshit like some dude not refilling the coffee pot at work, or the big bullshit like some shady promoter trying to stiff me out of forty bucks. If I am ever having a week where the amount of crap I have had to put up with maxes out this tolerance, then my ability to properly cope with BS when I am presented with it becomes thoroughly impaired.
Make sense? Here let me give you an example;
So this week my BS meter was at critical mass by Wednesday. I was teetering on the edge of losing it. Then my father came along and gave me some guilt trip about something that happened in his mind. Not in real life, but in his crazy ass mind. That was it. My tolerance was officially used up for the week. As a result, when one of my co-workers was sitting in the break room bitching about her life and asking why she can’t keep a man, I abruptly blurted out “maybe because you are so friggin annoying!”
If my tolerance had been at normal levels I would have simply ignored the fact that she asks the same dumb ass question everyday, but the situation being what it was, I simply could not do it.
So now things are a little awkward at the office. On the plus side, I think this lady might take pause before she asks us that supid ass question again.