Is this just going to be one of those mornings? Because then I have to steel myself to face it and to fight it. What to fight? Easy, to fight the urge of beating to death someone from the office so far, and perhaps burning the office down. What remains to do is to think of a way of burning down the office without harming other people in the building.
Is it because of my background in art colleges, that people, every now and then, feel like they can treat me or talk to me like an idiot? Because I otherwise really can't think of the reason why. This is only an office, nothing we do here saves lives or prevents any disaster from happening, or saves any kind of the world in any way, yet some how, they creep under my skin and into my head and actually convince me, partly, that I perhaps I really am an idiot! That There is no point of trying or working, because this is my limitation. And all that they can do now to help me progress, is to talk to me as if I were 5 years old, or to pick on everything that I misunderstood (oh no, no one else ever misunderstands anything, only Grace), and just hone in on that.
Screw it all
