Why Can’t the World be Quiet in the A.M.?

A bit of a rant

I wake up feeling hot and my nose stuffy after 10 hours of sleep with a closed window and door. I open the window to allow my room some fresh air, an act that promised refreshing potential. Unfortunately, I soon come to realize that today’s fresh air comes at the cost of hearing the nonstop campaign song of the current president along with the rhythmic bouncing of a football on the concrete directly under my apartment.

A few minutes later, the pressing on my sinuses is exchanged with a clenched jaw and a headache. The rhythm of the headache is similar to that of the football pounding, and it grows stronger with every fresh breathe I inhale.

I hate when I wake up pessimistic, but why can’t the world just be peacefully quiet in the A.M.? I feel like I am a cranky old lady who is just holding herself from screaming, “Shut up!” to the boys’ loud incessant blabber outside. Oh, god! When have I become Squidward?

I will defend myself by saying that being nice and kind requires not being angry, and even though I am sure that with enough practice I can live through the noise and all the external annoyances, but just not today. Today I choose to be alone and cranky. I choose to close the window and put on loud music and write about how annoyed I am.