I don’t often allow myself to relish unfettered acts of pure bitchy vengeance, but I made an exception today – and reaped a surprising fringe benefit.
I probably need to back up a little. Last Friday, there was The Incident involving our garden waste bin:
which I’ll freely admit I had a strong emotional reaction to. (My neighbours hired a gardener who filled their garden waste bin, and then ours, without asking.) Then on Sunday evening I removed two bags of their trash which had been placed in our garbage bin, which is just not cool. It’s one thing to add waste to a not-quite-full bin once it’s out on the curb waiting for collection (though the more I think about it, the more problems I can see with that, but that’s a story for another time) but quite another to do it two days before collection day.
This morning, I decided not to attend my day-long group therapy programme. I was still emotionally drained from yesterday’s appointment with my infamous medications bloke, and just generally run down; I didn’t feel up to the emotional rigours of almost four hours of group therapy, followed by a 1-1 consultation. Too much! So I steeled myself – I didn’t want to be bullied or badgered into going, as has happened before – and simply called up and said I wouldn’t be attending today, due to fatigue from yesterday’s appointment. Done.
Then I had that glorious feeling of a day without plans! How exciting! Still feeling a bit cheesed off with my neighbours, I decided on a teensy tiny bit of righteous vengeance. I decided to fill our garbage bin to the rim, so they couldn’t do their usual trick of adding more trash to it. Yes, yes, I know it was petty, BUT in order to gather enough actual, non-recyclable rubbish to fill the bin, I … [wait for it!] … I cleared out the spare room.
That’s right, I did it! Our garbage bin is on the kerb, filled with all sorts of rubbish, and you can now swing a cat – not just a kitten, but a full-grown cat – in the middle of my own little patch of this planet.
So, the moral of this story is: if you’re going to give yourself a mental health day (from a mental health programme, but hey, it still counts!) then turn into an evil genius and do something constructive with all that angry energy.
Who knows what you might achieve?