Daily Frustration

It’s been a few months since I stopped taking zombie pills. I was never able to tell what impact they were having when I was emotionally dejuiced, but it’s more obvious now. There are highs and lows, but mostly it’s frustration over things I have no control over – and probably shouldn’t be bothered by in the first place.

I woke up to a parking ticket yesterday morning. Every time I get used to the 2nd and 4th Tuesday street-sweeping schedule, something upsets my schedule and makes me forget about it. That something was spending all day Monday in Downtown LA on several hours of sleep, then passing out for 14 hours not even knowing what day it was. The fact that you have to provide your own stamp to mail in a parking ticket is insult to injury. But this doesn’t frustrate me. I’m not happy that I’m out $30 bucks, constituting a solid percentage of my total savings-through-frugality this month. I don’t get frustrated by the normal shit. I know plenty of people who act indignant: “How DARE those fucking cops give ME a ticket for parking illegally! This is total bullshit!” Streets gotta be sweeped or go to shit, I understand this.