Generally, I am a very idealistic person. Few things really boil my blood-few things.
Being around sedentary, unmotivated, and individuals completely devoid of ambition severly irritates me.
Witness my parents.
My day went very well, with my second run (yes, I'm gearing up for XC!) taking placing in a thunderstorm. Exhilirating, I say.
I get home, and immediately the attack begins. My father bellows comments about how "delicious" his happy meal at McDonald's was. He knows I haven't done fast food in many years now, and am a strict vegetarian.
Then their blood pressure (mother and father) escalates, and they become loud, given that they have already had 1-2 "drinks"
Finally, I just said "I'm done talking about this" And they just wouldn't keep prodding me, childishly, as to "why! why now?!"
I just walked away. For the first time in several months, I felt as if I wanted to put my hand through a wall. Note, this is highly atypical behavior for the author.
I've mellowed a bit since this period of vexation (hence my blogging).
God give me the strength to see clearly and be patient.