Saturday is the start of the weekend, it comes after Friday (check it out)
A personal statement from Oprah (a non believer) I have since sent her a calendar. You’re welcome O.
Anyway this post isn’t about the days of the week or an in-depth discussion about Oprah and her beliefs.
It’s about having a melt down on a hot Saturday afternoon.
This particular meltdown happened in Fremantle at a restaurant on Saturday the 16th December.
This luncheon was to celebrate my brother’s birthday
Anyway this meltdown which I had an inkling was bubbling since we had entered the restaurant in Fremantle.
The excessive noise from the loud music plus it being a Saturday didn’t exactly ease matters.
It continued to build itself up as we reached the food markets. Because I was pushing my sister (who is wheelchair bound)
It appeared to take ages for us to get through the crowd, it was jam-packed with people, every time I walked forward the rest of our party would stop and buy food or something.
I was getting mighty pissed off, the noise, the heat, the constant stopping, the fact that I couldn’t breathe, I was tired, I wanted to leave, primarily after the meal, off course.
I couldn’t because it was something to do with manners or something.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to be in my bedroom, alone, in a quiet place, I wanted to think and to sleep but no, despite my constant plea’s it fell on deaf ears.
Once we had reached the park where my niece and nephew were happy to run off and play we made our move and ventured home. How glad I was.
So what I want to say is this.
IF I FEEL THAT I AM HAVING A MELT DOWN PEOPLE AND THIS INCLUDES MY FAMILY FOR THE LOVE OF SANITY AND DECENCY PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.
DON’T BRUSH IT ASIDE OR TRY TO IGNORE IT.
I never wanted to go to this party anyway, I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it.
But regardless I went anyway.
I’m angry and I’m upset and I can’t believe that my pleas fell on deaf ears.
Over time I will forgive but for now
I simply can’t