How the fuck do you get our of certain emotional states.
I mean I am currently seething with anger….over housework.
I am angry, because I do not want to spend my time not at work….doing household chores. I am sick of living in a shithole, yet cannot bring myself to spend hours and hours cleaning, all to look upon my flat in 24 hours time like it never happened. Why do I put litter from around the house in the bin? For more to appear not even half a day later. Why do I wash up glasses? When hours later there are more all around the house? Why do I clean the toilet, only to sit on it the next day and it smells like piss again?
Why hoover? Tomorrow there will be scraps of fluff and paper and food everywhere again.
Why mop the kitchen, when after tea later there will probably be a splodge of something or other on it?
Why do the washing and never see the bottom of the laundry bin?
Why fold all the clothes up and put them away? I will only have more clean piles of clothes tomorrow……and a nice pile of boxers and towels on the bathroom floor the same evening, because the two steps into the kitchen to the laundry bin is a marathon!
Why wipe mould off the walls for it to grow back?
Why make the bed just to get into it again?
Why put all the shoes neatly on the shoe rack? They will only be all over the floor again.
I will wipe the kitchen sides, over and over and over and over and over and over. I mean who doesn’t need to have their minds numbed?
I am guilty of not picking up after myself as much as everyone else. But what is the point after my above statement? It doesn’t make the work load lighter, it just seeps it into more hours of my day.
I am fucking sick to the stomach of being an adult and dealing with all this shit, and money and work and responsibilities. It is no wonder people grow up, go stir crazy with life, fuck it all up and die miserable and alone. What a crock of shit the whole lot is.