[Cadaverous Pallor]

I hope people don't get the wrong idea from my posts here.

I easily find joy in my every day life and really couldn't ask for better. I'm the luckiest person in the world.

For some reason I can't think in those terms when dealing some fiddly little piece of crap that doesn't work. You know when you reach for a shirt in the closet and the hanger gets stuck on other hangers and you pull harder and other clothes fall off hangers and you're yanking and it's still stuck and suddenly you're cursing the invention of hangers and closets and why can't things just work?? It's all yuppie angst, I know. I just get so angry at stupid small crap.

Another point, just to be clear - I've had these issues my whole life, and they are not postpartum. I've been beating back surges of annoyance since forever.