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I dont know whether its just because I am getting older but I really find it hard to listen to shrill or really blah blah people. It doesn’t seem to be just strangers, it can be someone I know.

They talk at me, in a shrill voice, or talk over the top of me, and I just cant seem to get the image of shoving a ball gag in their gob, or wasting a roll of duck tape…The kids (14 & 16) are particularly bad at being shrill (especially the 14 yr old), and sometimes I have to walk away, or stick a sock in their gobs. I love them to the moon and around a jaffa cake, but sometimes they really do talk a ton of shit, and sometimes I do feel attacked by their noise.

I dont often feel convo rage, but just occasionally in my head I feel like I want to punch some people in the mouth. I resist of course. As I am a laydee heh.

I do on occasion lose the will to restrain myself, and shout straight back at them, and I can shout, like a banshee, I probably could break glass. Most people think hey she is little, and cute, and then they hear my shout, and its definitely a holy shit moment muahahaha.

I just feel like saying, ‘shut the fuck up, and if their trying to have an opposite opinion or have a go in any way or a pop, I just feel an intense need to throttle them.

I do often wonder if being 42 this year it might be the start of me whoremoans. I just cant stand people sometimes. I have actually sat there an in my head I am going blah blah blah. I have even learned to filter out the shit and have me ‘ah ha’ filter engaged, so I nod and agree in all the right places.

Hunky trys to catch me out all the time, but I have one of those delayed time ‘crap’ filters, so always catch part of the convo lol. Cos you just never know when someone is gonna accuse you of not listening. 😉

I am probably just becoming a cantankerous bitch lol

About silvermaneuk

Known as Nicky Turner-Sterling at school, and married and became Field. Got divorced, now Turner-Sterling again. Married to Kristopher and kept my maiden name. Nicknames are Betty, Knickers or Nicky. I am a mom to 3 great kids. I have been diagnosed with CFS/ME & Fbromyalgia and I also have neurological problems. I am registered disabled. So I have good days and bad days. Sometimes really bad days, where I cant get out of bed. But I try not to let it hold me back, I have to work with my limitations, but after a long period of being bedridden I finally got back to working albeit part time. I seem to be constantly on a diet lol. I love photography, I love my computers, and often create digital art on it. I love to read, and I love to listen to music, passionate about photography. I love to travel and look at beautiful places.I love to mooch around shops (especially the £1 shop lol) and stuff. I love to bake and cook. Love my animals, have 4 small dogs,4 cats and 1, 8 year old pony. Spirit is my best friend, I trained him, so I could ride him for physio therapy, and trained him so I could ride with as low impact as possible. Riding helps my pelvis and hips. When I dont ride it affects my gait, and I can hardly walk, so it is an excellent form of physio therapy for me. It can also make me flare badly, so I have to get the balance right. He's bitless, barefoot and treeless, he really looks after me, and makes it possible for me to have my dream, and he gave me hope again. If my physio hadn't encouraged to to try horse riding for therapy, I probably would still be bedridden. A disabled rider can do it, with the right tools! and pace pace pace! I can talk the hind leg of a donkey and snore for England. I get bored very quickly, which means I tend to flit from one thing to another, or do more than one thing at once lol.

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