Losing my Temper

Someone once said that before you diagnose yourself of depression, make sure the people around you are not complete morons. I am not self-diagnosing myself and I sure am not depressed but I am so freaking mad all the time now. And I guess diagnosing yourself of depression or simply realizing you are very low on patience and high on temper is pretty much the same thing, the bottom line being, 'Before you blame yourself take a long hard look at the idiots around you'

Before I get to the rest of the story let me give you a little background to this month. February, the season of love. I hate it. It has nothing to do with love, though. I kept a diary when I was small. Well not too small, from classes 5 to 8, I guess. I was not a regular writer. Generally I wrote when I found something to complain about. I eventually found a pattern for the unfortunate events, more like major or minor annoyance, that happened to me- Thursday, 23rd and the whole of February, being the self proclaimed psychologist that I am. I get that this may have pretty much been a self-fulfilling prophecy sort of thing, where panicking about something happening causes so much distraction to one that something unfortunate surely happen. Or maybe I took no notice of it the rest of the days and concentrated on finding faults on the aforementioned dates and days. Anyways, February sucks and the universe tries finding new ways to make me miserable in this month. I don't remember what happened the last year or the several years before that since I no longer kept up with keeping a diary but I remember feeling miserable then, possibly for some insignificant reason if I even remember one now but that mattered then and this series of unnecessary annoying things happening to me matter now.

Okay so this is February of 2014 and its been over a year now that I have no idea what I am doing with myself or my future. All my friends are suffering from the same dilemma, some are even more helpless than I am. I hate my job, well not exactly my job, more like my working environment and the idiots I have to deal with. The usual, a bunch of guys hitting on you, one or two annoying people who wish me a good morning and insist I say it back and annoy the crap out of me. Then some people whom I have to collaborate with who find it hard to report to a girl. They must be like 'but you are a girl, are you sure you know how to do your job'. I've found out they bad-mouth about the "girl" on more than one occasion. Not that it should matter much what those common mongrels think of me but it makes me so mad the way a girl is always supposed to prove herself. Men are wired in a pretty strange way!
Oh and do not even get me started on the eve teasing that 
has pretty much been a part of our culture. Something we have learnt to live with. Sometimes I wonder if the evolution will somehow teach men to tease and women to tolerate right from their mother's wombs!

My brother drives me crazy asking me unreasonable explanations about his homework and somehow Maths and Grammar does not come easy to him making me wonder how can we even be related! The editor of one national daily thinks one guy's Oohh's & Aahh's about the Game of Thrones is somehow better than my complaint about how love is being commercialized! I swear I could find half a hundred mistakes in that guy's article plus the musings over Game of Thrones is so last year! I think I am closer to figuring out the reason of my temper. I may have a problem with guys because they are idiots and definitely lack the common sense a woman is endowed with. Loud and obnoxious men, somehow God made them that way.For now all I can do is scowl, roll out my eyes, and plot revenge, not that I can actually carry it out.