And I want to be humored through my basket-case-ness. But I don't usually act this way. I'm famous at work for not letting things get to me. And I guess I'm like that at home, too. I'm the cheerleader. The one that brushes things off. I'm Binah, the imperturbable. Well, dammit, I'm perturbed now. If it is not my fault, you can yell at me all day and I won't care. But this one is kinda my fault, so it's driving me crazy. I'm even half-way contemplating calling in sick tomorrow. I'm sure I won't, but the fact I'm fantasizing about it is not good.
I've only moaned to my husband and a coworker, and I don't think they know how to deal with me this way. I want to be humored. Maybe venting here did help a bit, but I'm still not loving life here.