Realizing the grouch

Recently I acknowledged my inner grouch. Like at an AA meeting or something. Hi. I’m Lindsay. And this is my grouch. And then I guess if there’d been some kind of meeting (metal folding chairs, weak Maxwell House in styrofoam cups?) I could’ve stood up and said in one breath (because who wants to admit these things) that: It’s hard to realize when you’ve been a grouch for like three weeks and didn’t realize it and thought you were just busy and thought the world should pretty much be ok with the grouch because HEY you’re getting stuff done.

3 thoughts on “Realizing the grouch

  1. I also kind of wonder if this primarily a female thing; like — do guys wonder about this sorts of stuff? I think it’s more socially acceptable for guys to barrel forward without thinking of sounding too abrasive.

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