Mr. Hyde...could you step up to the plate??

So, I've had one of those days. One of those days where people tell you that who you are, ain't working. Tell you that you need to allow just a little more room for error on the parts of others. And tell you this after you have experienced all the "error" from others that you can possibly swallow (and later spew up...see blog"Frustrated" below). And here's the thing...I am one of those people. One of those people that always KNOWS she has work to do, personal growth to muster, fences to climb, bogs to muck through, obstacles to annihilate. I'm not the "other" person...who thinks YOU have work to do, obstacles to overcome and poop to wade through. (sometimes that word is funny to me for it's lack of pomp and circumstance...such is the case now:) I do take responsibility for the hundred thousand ways that I fail on a constant basis to meet the standard of excellence set forth by others (who are not me). I know that I fall short. But dammit, once in a great while...I would like for you to point at the OTHER guy (in this case a male..but I am not gender discriminatory, "other" can be either). See how he falls short, misses the zillioneth cue, asks for the impossible, ignores the answers, finds a way to make someone else own his "poop" (there I go again, but it feels fun at the moment, which is odd because I don't care for "potty" humor really). I want that guy to be called onto the mat. He doesn't necessarily have to be pinned (although I would relish it)...he could merely be featured in the spotlight, front and center in his own concoctions. More and more in the past two weeks, I sound less like myself and more like someone else. And I say this...to the nameless force that plagues me...be careful...be quite very careful, what you wish for.