P3 Personified

Few things in this world are more abhorrent than a petulant child with pursed lips on the cusp of a tantrum. Womanfully, I quell the urge to welling up inside me to smack the overly generous lad who has given away my balloon, MY balloon to the visiting piglet, and I resist the temptation to rip the hand on my shoulder away from his socket. The GALL! Instead I glare balefully at my monitor willing my lips to uncurl as I hurriedly contemplate deep breathing exercises. Just because I parted with a balloon earlier hardly constitutes a declaration that all my balloons henceforth are anyone's to give away! And just because I haven't been able to give it a suitable home, is not reason to suppose I don't have plans for it! I'm incensed at the liberty taken at my expenses and infuriated that there's nothing I can do about it. Well, nothing short of deeply traumatising a very small child, shocking an entire floor of adults and entering the Guiness book of world records as the Ultimate Scrooge!

Guy's 'you've made a little boy very happy' does little to mollify my miffiness, and I inhale and exhale deeply and rythmically, focused on the contract in front of me. Dammit!! That's MY balloon!! MY dolphin in it! The ludicrousness of the situation has not escaped me, but the scowl has now permanently embedded itself on my face. It is entirely possible I would have given it away to a child myself. I have done it before. But to have someone do it for me... utterly insupportable!!! Mr. C has no idea how close he came to escaping death today. 'Are you sure you don't want the balloon, Apara?'.. are you fucking kidding me?? No, I want to snatch it away from your little boy and smack he who took it out of MY box! A high pitched 'thank you' from a shiny little face intensifies my headache, but I do manage to waggle my fingers in that general direction.

Full on dog in the manger syndrome. I was perfectly happy to let it wallow in its box, but the minute someone else has aspirations.. all my territorial instincts kick in and a full on fang baring snarl.. MINE! Deep breath. This did make a toddler (about the same size as the balloon) ridiculously happy... but I feel petty, peevish AND petulant and desperately restrain the urge to burst into tears, throw myself on the floor and flail while screaming..... deep breath... deeper breath. Inhale... exhale.. inhale.. exhale... DAMMIT!!