The Pissy Grumpies

I resigned from my job today. I know it's the right thing to do. I also hate doing it. 

I love working. It provides me with a sense of value. This is probably 30% insight into my mind and 70% insight into how our society works. 

In our society, we value the money that people make. From that, we impute their value. Who do we look down on the most? The poor, the wounded, and disabled.

Yes, it's more than just those categories, work with me, I'm pointing something out.

These groups of people are looked down on because they are viewed as unable to provide value and therefore of less value. In other words, they are "less than". 

So there's that aspect to not working. 

And when I'm working, do you know what I am doing less of? Thinking. Thinking about the problems, the heartaches, the sadness. The angst of life. 

And then my husband came home in a bad mood. He's pissy and whiny and everything stresses him out. I shouldn't complain: There was a time - not that long ago - when being in this mood meant that he'd also be cruel. Which he wasn't. 

For that I am thankful, although his bad moods still put me on edge. Which is telling. 

Anyway, my last act as someone who has a few bucks to her name was to buy new laptops for myself and my husband. Nothing terribly fancy but nicer than what we have. 

See, video games are our entertainment. We very rarely go out, go to movies, etc. But a good video game? Oh, heck yeah. 

We used to play games separately. Now we game together. And I love that. I used to feel like I didn't know him at all. Now we talk. And have gotten to know each other so much better. I find I rather like him. 

Except the pissy grumpies.