Anyone seen my Blanky?

Have you ever had someone tell you that you were acting like a five-year-old? Did it make you angry? Did self-righteous indignation boil with you, as you struggled to get it under control before it was too late? Seriously, who in the history of calming down has done so on command? And in the lifetime of this guy, telling me I am acting like a child was the same thing.

That person did not know me. They didn't know what I was facing. To them, it was just another day where they had a job to do and they weren't in the mood to take any shit; real or perceived. But you were so angry by that point you could not even speak in full sentences. All you could do is glare at them and throw up your hands in frustration.

I am not going to admit that I reacted wrongly in the conversation. I rude to the person, nor did I yell. My voice did get a bit higher in tone due to frustration but I didn't lose control. I walked out of the meeting and took a short drive home. Had a snack and took a nap were apparently the snack, cup of milk, and the nap combined in some strange way that allowed you to awake fresh.

The freshness was all you needed for a moment of clarity that allowed you

to see the truth you really wanted to ignore. You were acting like a bored and tired five-year-old that was ready to go home? The difference being your boredom was life stress. Your tiredness caused by physical limitations being exceeded. Your frustration clearly because you were ready to go home. Even now as I write this, and replay the event again in my head. I am stunned by how perfectly my physical presence mimicked those of a child.

Well, I didn't suck my thumb. That was later and none of your business.