Irrational Fears and Irrational People

I have the best dogs. I needed to say something positive since I have been on a major bitch fest and there appears to be no end in site. So, Rocky and Maggie are truly the most loving and fun to watch animals in the world.

Now on to the regularly scheduled programming...

We went to the State Fair tonight. It was great to see our friends - and the tenderloin was nummy. But I really can't go back. Crowds are starting to do things to me. I don't remember being this nervous in them before the last 6 months or so. I get very panicky now when a lot of people are near me. Especially when my kids are nearby. I thinked I counted heads every 15 seconds or so. I blame Mark. (But I blame him for pretty much everything.) I am terrified that I am going to be separated from the girls and not be able to find them. And there are so many strange people at the fair. Used to be the carnival workers were the odd looking ones. They looked like soccer moms and accountants compared to the patrons. And as we left, some guy on the street started yelling things at us. Because I am an idiot, I turned and asked him what he said. He repeated it louder. I am not sure but I think he wanted to "party" with my girls and I. About wigged me out, and I pulled my chickies closer and we booked to the car. Really, I can't go back.

Between that and the "customer" that yelled at me at me on the phone today at work for losing her $50,000.00, I have had it with humans. I asked her 3 times if she was sure she was calling the right bank. She assured me she was and I had better find her money. I finally made her go find a statement and read me the name of the bank on it. Didn't share a single syllable with my bank. Then she wanted me to tell her the phone number of her real bank. I pointed out that I had never had need to call them and that she was holding a statement from them in her hand.

People piss me off - well all except you guys reading this.