Can you have “road rage” if you aren’t driving?

I’ve been feeling a little ragey lately and, after much deliberation and thorough analyses, I’ve found that the common denominator is PEOPLE. People and what they do. People and what they say. Honestly, I come into contact with enough jackassery in my work and personal life (and, I’m sure, I am the source of some of it) to satisfy a lifetime quota of jackass. Pile social networking on top of that and we’re talking jackass to the bobillionth power! The exposure is too much. TOO MUCH.

Am I going to quit FB or Twitter? Yeah, probably not. Those awkward photos you took in Vegas are not going to peep themselves! Farmville doesn’t come in a board game to be enjoyed at home ,as far as I know (Totally joking about that one; my crops died ages ago.). There’s no going back now.

And Twitter? You can’t even speak aloud about Twitter without sounding like a pretentious (and nerdy) ass. “Shaq tweeted such and such…” “My tweet has been RETWEETED 20 TIMES!” “OMG, Major Author @ replied to me!” See what I mean? Ok, that last “hypothetical” situation really happened. And, yes, it was awesome HOWEVER. However. I don’t even know what I was going to say. I “follow” people when I think they are interesting and/or amusing. It’s been a constant disappointment, I have to say. It’s hard to be funny or interesting in 140 characters. All I’m saying is think twice before posting your diatribe on airplane food. Or the DMV. Nine times out of ten it’s been said before A LOT BETTER. I try to be judicious with my characters but I will occasionally fawn over something or someone and, in the process, use the phrase “anticipatory pants-pee”. Seriously, just think twice.

Did I really just type out two paragraphs of commentary on SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES? I might as well have said, “What’s the deal with airplane food?” I’m trying not to edit myself or I’ll never post anything. You’re going to have to deal with the bad along with the not-quite-as-bad.

Along with school starting comes the anxiety that my children will morph suddenly into the kids that drive teachers and classmates crazy. Is that a thing? Does that happen? They are so excited to go back to school that it would be wholly unfortunate if they spazzed out and had to be home schooled. NOBODY WANTS THAT.

Ok, maybe I want that a *little*. It would be great for the 47 minutes…you know, before the first murder happened.