But I’m little so that rule doesn’t apply to me. We were invited for dinner at a family friend’s house on Saturday night and I was feeling particularly rubbish. We only got there at 8:40 and dinner was served around 9:00. Not what you want when you’re unwell. After rummaging the Yellow Pages I discovered that the Perthian suburbia is in dire need of surgeries that operate on a Saturday. Clearly the rules were made because people don’t get sick on Saturday. Moreover, a lot of the female doctors (yes I like to see lady doctors) were on leave or only worked when they felt like it every other day!
I was grumpy, in pain, hungry and surrounded by toddlers and teenagers. Perfect avenue for a tantrum to unfold. I should have and wanted to, follow suit some of the younger attendees and throw my fists in the air, stomp my feet on the ground, scream and shout that I want to go home!
The scheme of things is such that there are rules governing the behaviour of adults. I feel that this rule comes in to play when its most inconvenient to my circumstances.
Pseudo Logic goes like this:
Work is a pain – throw a tantrum.
Oh woops, no can’t do, am an adult.
Must deal with things in a mature and calm manner.
Enter Inner Voice Ok Just This Once! Exit Inner Voice
Body in pain.
Don’t know what’s wrong. Can’t sort it out. Feeling yuck.
Want to cry.
But can not.
Must deal in adult fashion.
Enter Inner Voice Nooooo! I WANT TO THROW A TANTRUM YOU STUPID FRICKIN ADULT! I HATE YOU! Aaaaaaaa!!! Exit Inner Voice
It doesn’t matter how big you get. You still need to cry sometimes to get rid of all the angst. Because the World can be a Cruel Cruel place.
Exit Baby Maryam dragging blanky behind I want my mommy… *sniff*