I am annoyed.

We could change the name of the blog to I AM ANNOYED, as I’m pretty much always annoyed, but that would be really annoying, as ANNOYED is one of the words I struggle to spell. Mind, so is the word RESISTANCE, and I put that in my book title.

So, I’m annoyed.

Actually, that’s not entirely true; it’s more that everything is really annoying.

There’s the usual fuck-wits parking on dropped curbs, people coming up to talk to the dog, people coming up to talk to me.  Male Park Runners, (that could be a whole bloody post on its own! I know you’re amazing, what with being able to run an’ all, but that doesn’t mean you can barge into my wheelchair.)

I should just make a list of all the things that are pissing me off. You know I love a list, and maybe it would be cathartic? 

So here goes,

Not being able to find my glasses.

Not being able to see without my glasses

Not being able to see the six-foot-long hair on my cheek (see above about glasses)

Not being able to find my tweezers.

Not having the strength of ten men, when, having found both my glasses and my tweezers and identified the offending hair, it refuses to be plucked because it is made of steel. Literally, it could support bridges.

Other non-hair-related annoyances

Ordering too many books from the library and then being forced to avoid eye contact with them for weeks while they stare all accusingly because I haven’t had time to read them.  (The word accusingly needs to be added to the list of annoying words because spell check wouldn’t recognise my spelling.)

Eating out and being gluten-free and vegetarian – ratatouille is not a Christmas meal.

In fact, just being gluten-free and vegetarian is pretty annoying and why I mostly live off potatoes and cheese.

Repeatedly forgetting to put the duvet cover back on after doing the laundry, only remembering when you stagger to bed too late to do anything about it again.

Having to do laundry is also annoying.

The black sticky residue from HRT patches (if you know you know, and that stuff sticks to everything.)

Being tired is annoying.

Still being sick is annoying.

Having to rest is fucking annoying.

(forgetting how to use punctuation and having to go back and add full stops is pretty annoying…i am ignorning capaital letters for now, )

What else is pissing me off?

Obviously, war and genocide.

That we’re no longer talking about Gaza while people are still dying.

The cost-of-living crisis

Fuckwits and racists being given airtime on TV.

The Girl Guides banning trans little girls from Brownies and Guides, literally what the fuck!

Making sure trans women don’t sneak in and make jam and cake in the WI!  Fuck off! (I know the WI does more than bake. I loved the WI.) 

In fact, the whole ‘protecting women’s rights’ by going on about toilets and excluded spaces, while according to the WHO, in the last 12 months alone, 316 million women worldwide – 11% of those aged 15 or older – were subjected to physical or sexual violence by an intimate partner.[1]

But yes, let’s make sure trans little girls can’t do their making badge, and go camping.

The whole over-diagnosing thing – insert whatever Wes Streeting doesn’t believe in this week; mental health, autism, ADHD, fairies, fat people. (I’ve tried typing a calm and measured response to this, but my head exploded and now I can’t see for bits of brains and goo on the keyboard.)

This list is not helping.

I am meant to be all about good cheer.

This is my 30 Days of Giving. I am meant to be blissed out on sharing.

The patriarchy and fascists are ruining everything.

It is exhausting.

I am fucking furious.

The End.

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[1] Lifetime toll: 840 million women faced partner or sexual violence

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