Nit-picking twittiness

I'm really worn down. I am getting tired of being picked-on for little insigificant mistakes, and not even purposeful mistakes, but mistakes born out of mixed information from authorities.
Truth be told, I have a tendency to be critical myself, but at least I can be loving and gracious about it sometimes.
I feel that most people are out to one-up those around them. To look better than the next person. "Well at least I didn't do that."
I have those tendencies as well. I think it's only natural of our human, sinful selves.
All I'm asking for is a break. A long hiatus. And mostly from just one person.
Because it's always her.
She's always the one to find my mistakes and point them out.
And of course she's perfect.
Thin.
Perfect hair.
High-paid position in her workplace.
Perfect family of 2 kids and a husband.

Maybe she has all these things because she has made sure of it.

I wonder if she's an angry person.
If she's really just a big ball of tension stored up inside.
Slowly cutting off her intestines and overloading her heart.

All I know is that it makes me cry.
Because of my own hurt and because of how she is.

There's no winning in this situation. Not unless something changes....
Meaning her, not me.

Yes, that's me screaming at Chris Martin

I have recently realized that I am prone to get caught up in hype. But, I must qualify by saying that it must be quality hype. Or at least hype that seems interesting to me.

For example:

A few years ago, Chris and I went to a Coldplay concert in St. Louis. We had a great time, were able to stand in the front row, and I participated in fan frenzy. At the end of the show, Chris Martin stooped over as if reaching to touch us lucky women in the front row. So what did I do? I screamed and jumped and attempted to leap past the 3 foot barrier in front of me to reach him. Of course, nothing happened, except that I made a fool of myself, along with half a dozen other women. In that moment, I have no idea what came over me. I was not in control of my actions. I became like the women that you see in those old Beatles footage. Screaming and crying and passing out. Well, I wasn't that extreme, but it sure felt as if the same craziness overcame me.

Now, growing up in the 80's and 90's, I watched a lot of game shows. From "Press Your Luck" to "Price is Right" and "Who Wants to be a Millionaire." I wouldn't mind winning a million bucks, or even just a cheesy bedroom suite from Drew Carey. If I could just spin the wheel on "Wheel of Fortune" I think it might cure the bug. Or flip one of the letters for Vanna. That's really all I need to do.

Insomnia

I'm going mad

I can't sleep

I'm tired

I can't sleep

I'm awake

I can't sleep

I can't remember

I can't sleep

I can't concentrate

I can't sleep

I lie down

I can't sleep

I move around

I can't sleep

I can't get comfortable

I can't sleep

I need to close my eyes

I can't sleep

I keep thinking

I can't sleep

I see black

I can't sleep

I see lights

I can't sleep

I hear snoring

I can't sleep

I see you asleep

I can't sleep