Deciding to move

Today, I decided that the world should just fuck off.

I've been woken up the last three mornings before the alarm by a spate of thunderstorm activity - as if I'm getting enough sleep anyway! Nature is not cooperating here.

The rogue flatmate is pissing me off more rather than less, causing me to believe that there is a divide in the household that I do not want to bother stitching up, and that it will not heal by itself.

The bosses pulled out thier usual you're a little late this morning so we're not going to actually say anything about it directly, but we'll give you all the shit jobs today stunt.

I'm tired, unhealthy and a little heartsick.

And that's where I got to thinking.
Fuck you, world.
More than that, though.
Fuck you world, I don't care any more. I can move and move on and be better for it.
I can leave town!

I took my lunch break to look online for flats in another town and went back to work thinking just try it fuckwits, I'll walk if you piss me off.

I think something clicked with that. I must have relaxed for the first time in ages with the knowledge that I could just walk out and not care. And what did that achieve? I had the best afternoon. I hung shit on the bosses as much as I wanted, and they just played along. It was great.

So maybe I should tell the world to fuck off more often. I seem to have a good day when I do.