To me, a meltdown is when I lose my temper with a particular person. That person will say something very ignorant. I'll start ranting about how I need to get away from some place, usually my clubhouse, because of the name of the person, who had triggered the meltdown. I start to go on, about what an a**hole, that person is, and than I'll verbally abuse them, with a few one-liners, about what that particular person said, and yell as loudly in, which ever ear is pointing towards me, "I'M AUTISTIC! WHAT'S YOUR BLOODY EXCUSE!" I call myself a misfit, a few times, and than I yell out, "I'M A MISFIT, ACCORDING TO THAT BASTARD, OVER THERE!" It's usually the same man that triggers the meltdowns. That man keeps asking me, "Aren't you too old for that?" when he refers to my free spirited, and childlike interests. It's gotten to the point, that I can't be in the same building, with him. The only reason that the meltdown happened, is the fact that my aunt decided to die, the very same evening/night, that Dean flew off to Hawaii, and my evening routine was disrupted. I'm glad that it happened, though. That bully who gave me a hard time, will know not to ask that question, again. I've even had to scratch my name off of the list, to go to Whistler for a day, because the instigator's name, was also on the list. I'm not going to stop bringing Sid to the clubhouse, because of that lowlife ret*d. I will make a point of leaving, every time that I see his face, to teach him, even more of a lesson. I've missed out on a nice salmon dinner, but it's gotten to the point, that I'd rather bake fish n chips, for Barb, than endure a salmon dinner, with Don. Am I pathetic, or what?
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The Family Schlager