At Odds With Everything

Sometime Thursday morning I got a call from Scott asking if I could pick him up from the airport.
Naturally I agreed that I would, though I was a little babbled about the fact that I would be just picking him up, but it turns out that Stacy and the girls were staying in Utah a while longer and flying back later.
When he called he’d mentioned that there is now a “cell phone waiting area” at Dulles so I wouldn’t have to just drive around and around waiting for him.
I hadn’t known there was such a thing until he told me, so naturally I had no idea where it was, and when I got to the airport and tried following the signs that led to the cell phone waiting area, the light drizzle naturally took that opportunity to become a torrential downpour, severely limiting visibility.
Still, despite my inability to see where I was going, the frightened/aggressive driving of the other people fumbling blindly/stupidly through the rain, and the fact that every lane I drove in kept changing into turning lanes or simply ending with little or no warning, I managed to make my way there.
That was followed by some confusion as to which level Scott was on (“You drove right past me!”), but ultimately I managed to pick him up and bring him home, though apparently rush hour traffic begins at 3:00 out here, as the drive to Manassas was much more of a crawl than it ought to have been.
Prior to heading out to pick Scott up I’d managed to finish that picture of Jessica Simpson that was, apparently, both disturbing and unrecognizable.  As mentioned before, Blogger issues prevented me from posting it that day, though I guess it might have been just as well if I’d never posted it all…
The weekend itself was largely uneventful, though having Scott back did make it go somewhat faster than the last weekend had.
I had resolved to make it the first weekend since “easing back into” working out in which I would go in to work out all three days, as I’ve been failing to rouse myself on Sunday mornings to make the third time the charm.
While I failed in this resolution in that I only went in on two mornings, it was Saturday on which I failed to get myself to go in, so that’s…well, I guess that’s not anything, really, but still, it seems like a kind of progress, especially given that Saturday’s workout – doing about a mile and a half on the treadmill – is less intense than Friday and Sunday’s.
But whatever.
Saturday night when I was driving home I found myself behind an SUV with a broken taillight, and for reasons that I could never articulate (there are times when I don’t understand my own motivations), I found that being behind this particular SUV pissed me off to no end.
As I said, I couldn’t tell you why it pissed me off – it wasn’t especially slow-moving and didn’t have an annoying vanity plate or anything – but it did, and when I got off of 28 and onto 7 I was relieved to have gotten out from behind it.
Except that I hadn’t.  Traffic shifted shortly after I merged onto 7 and there it was, broken taillight and all, directly in front of me.
I was pretty well penned-in, so I couldn’t easily get out from behind it, which was making me even angrier, until finally traffic in the right lane started moving faster, so I switched lanes…only to find that, as was to be expected, traffic in that lane immediately slowed down, and to my left I saw the SUV go past with its turn signal indicating that it was coming into my lane just ahead of the car in front of me.
Said car took the next exit, and for the rest of my drive to Leesburg I was stuck behind that damned SUV.
WTF was up with that?  Hello, Universe, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, or whoever is running the show, I’d really like to know what the hell you were getting at with all of that (and why being behind that particular SUV pissed me off so much in the first place).
*Sigh*
Of course, I suppose it’s not too surprising that something so random would piss me off, given that at the best of times I’m on edge and most anything can piss me off.
Even doormats, as I discovered a few weeks ago while cutting through the breezeways of other buildings on my way out to the sidewalk when going for a walk.
It went something like this:

Cutesy little doormat:  Wipe Your Paws!
Me:  Kiss My Ass

It’s moments like that in which I find myself asking, “Why am I so angry all of the time?”
But then I realize, “Oh yeah; everything sucks.”
Okay, that’s an unfair and inaccurate generalization, as clearly not everything sucks.
The world does, after all, have many wonderful things to offer:  Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, Sarah McLachlan, much of Adult Swim’s programming (minus Tom Goes To the Mayor and all of the anime crap), Rachael Leigh Cook, Michelle Collins, and far too many people, things, and creative works to mention, but you get the idea.
Though sometimes it can be nearly impossible to see it through all of the suckiness, there is much about this life and this world that doesn’t suck.
The real problem is the simple fact that I seem to have been designed solely for the purpose of being at odds with most everything and everyone around me.
Well, that and the fact that I need to get laid so desperately that at this point it goes wah beyond being either funny or sad or even completely and utterly pathetic and pitiful.
*Sigh*
On a happier front, my sister and her family are spending the week at Disney World and by all accounts (“all accounts” consisting of my mother) are having a blast.
Hopefully none of their fun will be impacted by the tropical storm.
In any case, that’s enough randomness for one entry, I think.