I bet you think this post is about you

The American Bald Eagle is the only eagle of it’s description found in North America. They live on the coast and near major bodies of water since they feed on fish. Their average lifespan is about 15-20 years, although they can live longer in the wild and captivity. Their eyes are about the same size as humans but with 4 times the sharpness. The bald eagle has a body length of 28–40 in. Typical wingspan is b
etween 5.9 and 7.5 ft and mass is normally between 6.6 and 13.9 lb. They build the largest nest of any bird at 13ft deep, 8ft wide and a ton in weight. They sexually mature around 4-5 and they mate for life. They’re not as big as the Condor but it’s definitely more majestic. We have a couple in Pittsburgh that like to nest along the rivers.

Moving on…

Dictionary.com defines aggression as overt or suppressed hostility, either innate or resulting from continued frustration and directed outward or against oneself. I’m constantly the victim of other people’s aggression. I think I mentioned the doctor I work for? He’s passive aggressive toward me. He’s nice to me at a bare minimum, you know, only as nice as he has to be. Then he rips me apart behind my back. He has the audacity to claim it isn’t personal, but why would he only pick on me and no one else? I’m constantly shopping for jobs, but I can’t let that little punk win.

Aggression on the home front is the worst. It’s not worth standing up for yourself. You’ll never win. It’s hard to live with and love someone who’s always in a bad mood. He claims he’s just busy and miserable. If you’re miserable, don’t you do something about it? I’m tired of being the receiving end of his emotional instabilities. Now that’s not entirely fair. He puts up with my shit all the time; however, two wrongs don’t make a right. Everyday his crankiness puts a damper on my mood and distances me from him. As a mood disorder sufferer, I don’t need any extra stressors. I’m already dealing with an asshole everyday at work. The last thing I need to experience one at home.

I’m dissatisfied and I feel bad for expecting something more. I go to work, there’s an asshole. I come home, there’s another asshole. They are of two different configurations. One I have to smile at and the other I can punch in the face, even though I should, I don’t. Other than my pets, I have nothing to look forward to. My vacation got washed up. I’m sitting in the house all week. Even if I could get him out of the house, it’s raining or uncomfortably humid. (I have curly hair, remember?)

Hubs said something’s going on with me. He thinks mania is trying to poke its ugly head through. He did make a good point. I’m always in denial until shit hits the fan and everything begins to fall apart. So, I’m just going to make sure I take my pills and communicate my feelings in a more civilized manner.

*UPDATE* There’s sunshine today! I’m going to get my chair, my shades, my swimsuit, spf, a magazine and some iced tea and finally chillax.

I’m hoping to get a little sun since thunderstorms are in the forecast for the rest of the week. Because of the aforementioned sunshine, I woke up on the right side of the bed today. At least that’s what I’m crediting it to. I made coffee, had the dogs out and caught up with Facebook. Now I’m going to do what every adult wants to do on their vacation and that is eat ice cream with my coffee. Hey! Don’t judge me, jerk.

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Bald Eagle Facts – Wikipedia