I have the patience of no Saint. Once I get an idea in my head or something going that I want to do, there’s no stopping me. I have no time or patience for anyone else’s bullshit.
This is not how the world works, we all depend on each other, like it or not. And not everyone shares the same work pace and sense of urgency.
I need answers. And I need results. If I don’t get them I go into panic mode. New York and I are a perfect match in that sense. We don’t fuck around.
Waiting for other people to get back to me or collaborate with me is like waiting to get my head chopped off. I need it done right away; no waiting. Or I go mad. I loose my shit. Panic attacks, nausea. Leave me waiting an hour and all Hell breaks loose. Thoughts of murdering innocents and jumping off bridges race through my brain. Set it all on fire. Fuck my brain, it’s all gotten to be too much.
Calm is not my middle name. I need to find a middle ground. Not the black and white of fuck it or fuck you, but to learn to just calmly, but persistently roll with shit.
A little serenity now. Haha. That’s hilarious. But seriously, how the fuck do I just keep calm? Maybe I can Google some answers…
I’ll let you know how it goes. If you don’t hear form me, check the news…
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Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan
This is not how the world works, we all depend on each other, like it or not. And not everyone shares the same work pace and sense of urgency.
I need answers. And I need results. If I don’t get them I go into panic mode. New York and I are a perfect match in that sense. We don’t fuck around.
Waiting for other people to get back to me or collaborate with me is like waiting to get my head chopped off. I need it done right away; no waiting. Or I go mad. I loose my shit. Panic attacks, nausea. Leave me waiting an hour and all Hell breaks loose. Thoughts of murdering innocents and jumping off bridges race through my brain. Set it all on fire. Fuck my brain, it’s all gotten to be too much.
Calm is not my middle name. I need to find a middle ground. Not the black and white of fuck it or fuck you, but to learn to just calmly, but persistently roll with shit.
A little serenity now. Haha. That’s hilarious. But seriously, how the fuck do I just keep calm? Maybe I can Google some answers…
I’ll let you know how it goes. If you don’t hear form me, check the news…
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan