Somedays you step in it, sometimes you are it

I keep thinking that to myself, I am assuming it's because I keep finding the dog poop after I have stepped in. Somedays you step in dog poo, somedays you are the dog poo, and other days are just awesome.

You would think with all of the positive things happening in my life I would be just in the awesome phase...that is not the case. I realized that somedays I just can't seem to stay away from the steaming pile of poo...but other days I do feel that I am negatively impacting someone else's day (though not intentionally). That's the thing though, the poo does not intentionally negatively impact someone's day, it just does. In all actuality it's the owner of the dog who is impacting you by not cleaning up the dog poo...but as a dog owner, I feel I can state that they (most of us at least) are not intentionally negatively impacting your day either. Sometimes people are just lazy (dog owners who don't pick up the poo), other times people are just unobservant (dog owners who don't realize that their dog left that poo), and another alternative is that people are unprepared (dog owners who do not have enough poo bags so they are unable to pick up the poo, but then become potentially the lazy person as they do not return to pick it up).

There very well could be those few dog owners out there whose sole purpose is to intentionally leave their dog's poo out so that people will step in it, thus intentionally trying to negatively impact your day, but there can't be that many Axis II dx (aka personality disorder such as Antisocial Personality Disorder) people in the city of Chicago...can there?

Back to what I had started saying...before I went off on the tangent regarding the different types of dog owners...it seems to me that I keep feeling as though I'm stepping in the poo and I may actually be the poo to others. I want to get this funk over with, but until I accept being the poo as well as stepping in the poo, I don't believe I can force myself through the poo.

Do you ever have one of those days/weeks/months where you just don't feel you have any control over your emotions? I'm beginning to wonder if we are meant to. Perhaps if we just allow ourselves to be open and honest and truthful with ourselves, our emotions would be what they are meant to be in a situation, rather than sneaking up on us at the wrong time...or keeping everything so pent up that we explode at the wrong person and at the wrong time. Maybe my friend was right and I just need to lock myself in the bathroom and cry it out...of course, I think a bubble bath would help too.