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you are in a real bad mood, and the less contact you have with others is the best option?
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😂😂😂 Yes
I bet there are more than a few inmates that wished they hadn't made contact with you on those days.
Ok, let's have it, what's got you in a bad mood?
Today, everything.
Started with ...NM we would go past dinner time.
Hahahaha yes that would be true however the funny thing is that my coworkers and the administration pissed me off just about as much if not more.
We all have our days. Now there, there.
Honestly there are a couple things I can recommend to get you in a better mood, check out Double D’s gifs and memes, that should make you laugh! If that don’t do it then get on a YouTube and disappear down some rabbit holes while sipping on a glass of scotch?
Double D is the Jerry Seinfeld of CU.
For the older members he's Groucho Marx.
This could take my mind off of it. (credit to LarkinCollector.)
im pretty sure Limp Bizkit once wrote a song about one of those days
George Brett, Roger Clemens and Tommy Brady.
Every day! That’s why mans best friend is a dog. The more I know about people the less I want to know.
"I spent 50% of my money on alcohol, women, and gambling. The other half I wasted.
Having a Bad Day
by Blue Flannel
I hate drunk people and
I hate sober people and
I hate all people today
I hate short people and
I hate tall people and
I hate all people today
'Cause I'm havin a bad day
Havin a bad day
Get out of my way
'cause I'm havin a bad day
Havin a bad day
Havin a bad day
Get out of my way
'Cause I'm havin a bad day
I hate horny people and
I hate corny people and
I hate all people today
I hate my boss and bbq sauce
I'll just toss em all away
'Cause I'm havin a bad day
Havin a bad day
Get out of my way
'Cause I'm havin a bad day
Havin a bad day
Havin a bad day
Get out of my way
'Cause I'm havin a bad day
Like a child being chased by a monster
That will never go away
I close my eyes and hope for a bright tomorrow
I want to be alone
I want to be alone
'Cause I'm havin' a bad day
Havin' a bad day
Get out of my way
'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Havin' a bad day
Havin' a bad day
Get out of my way
'Cause I'm havin a bad day
This poem, by Charles Bukowski, though not exactly on the topic of a bad day, for some reason came to mind for me when I read through this thread. I hope at least one of you will enjoy it, and perhaps one of you who has never read Bukowski will have discovered him through this ......
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.
I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed, in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,
I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.
peace and happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
and
addled
mind.
but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn't different
from the
others, I was the same,
they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
grievances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.
cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.
maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.
I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenuous magic parts
open for the
asking.
I re formulated
I don't know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occurred.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,
I didn't have to prove
anything.
I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.
I began to feel good,
I began to feel good
in the worst situations
and there were plenty
of those.
like say, the boss
behind his desk,
he is going to have
to fire me.
I've missed too many
days.
he is dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses,
he says, 'I am going
to have to let you go'
'it's all right' I tell
him.
He must do what he
must do, he has a
wife, a house, children,
expenses, most probably
a girlfriend.
I am sorry for him
he is caught.
I walk onto the blazing
sunshine.
the whole day is
mine
temporarily,
anyhow.
(the whole world is at the
throat of the world,
everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated,
everybody is despondent,
disillusioned)
I welcomed shots of
peace, tattered shards of
happiness.
I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,
like high heels, breasts,
singing,the
works.
(don't get me wrong,
there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism
that overlooks all
basic problems just for
the sake of
itself-
this is a shield and a
sickness.)
The knife got near my
throat again,
I almost turned on the
gas
again
but when the good
moments arrived
again
I didn't fight them off
like an alley
adversary.
I let them take me,
I luxuriated in them,
I made them welcome
home.
I even looked into
the mirror
once having thought
myself to be
ugly,
I now liked what
I saw, almost
handsome, yes,
a bit ripped and
ragged,
scares, lumps,
odd turns,
but all in all,
not too bad,
almost handsome,
better at least than
some of those movie
star faces
like the cheeks of
a baby's
butt.
and finally I discovered
real feelings of
others,
unheralded,
like lately,
like this morning,
as I was leaving,
for the track,
i saw my wife in bed,
just the
shape of
her head there
(not forgetting
centuries of the living
and the dead and
the dying,
the pyramids,
Mozart dead
but his music still
there in the
room, weeds growing,
the earth turning,
the tote board waiting for
me)
I saw the shape of my
wife's head,
she so still,
I ached for her life,
just being there
under the
covers.
I kissed her in the
forehead,
got down the stairway,
got outside,
got into my marvelous
car,
fixed the seatbelt,
backed out the
drive.
feeling warm to
the fingertips,
down to my
foot on the gas
pedal,
I entered the world
once
more,
drove down the
hill
past the houses
full and empty
of
people,
I saw the mailman,
honked,
he waved
back
at me.
I just realized that this poem might be missing a part, unsure as I copy/pasted it from onlne and no longer have a hard copy of an original version, but you get the idea.....
What book is that from? I have a good chunk of his work in my library, could check if I have it.
I honestly don't remember. I discovered Bukowski in 1998. I don't have any actual books of his poems, or just his books, etc. I had a friend who had some of his stuff. I borrowed that. I used to read in bookstores. Now online.....
When I am having a bad day nothing gets me going more then Zeppelin and going to the gym lol
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Page and Bonham - two right up there with the greatest of all time. Very rare to get two GOAT contenders in one band.
And Plant and Jones weren't bad either.