Yes, that is so too a word. Ranty. It means “one who has sudden outbursts of rage directed towards anything irritating. Or rude. Or irritating and rude.” By the way, that definition is in the Dictionary of Janey.
While we’re on the subject of new words… ranty is a kissing cousin of stabbity. This little gem is defined as “inclined to stab or appearing inclined to stab, at persons or things through aggravation or other stabworthy moods.” Stabbity often festers up in the morning, before you caffeine addicts get your bean juice fix.
Note that I say you caffeine addicts because I’m one of those rare delightful creatures who doesn’t require coffee or tea or whatever in the morning to get going. I’m just naturally bright and sunny when I wake up.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Even I can’t pretend to buy that bit of crapola. I just happen to prefer my caffeine cold and am one who can wake up and function sans the magic stuff (just don't look at my hair right away...) Gimme an iced tea, lemon on the side… and don’t be stingy, baby.
I’m ranty today. In an “I need a Snickers” kind of way. Mmmmm. Snickers.
But I digress. Again.
Here’s the thing: when did people become so damn selfish and self-involved when out in public? I know this is not a new phenomenon, but it’s really sticking in my craw lately. OK -- more than usual. I'm from the South. We do like our manners down here -- even partial facsimiles of manners are better than nothing. And a big part of manners involves being aware of and sensitive to others around you.
Can you tell that this car line thing has been the big issue of this school year so far? Most of us polite, civilized parent/guardian-type people arrive at the school and line up in the appropriate lane, on the right hand side of the thoroughfare, waiting our turn to get our kiddos. But then there are those people who come racing through on the left hand side, pull up to where the traffic cones are and then proceded to try to CUT IN LINE and merge in. Same cars every day. Trust me. I notice these things.
Makes me stabbity. STABBITY!
I realize that I could be making a mountain out of a molehill -- in the overall scheme of things, this is a very little issue that's not really that important (no matter how irritating it may be.) But I do think it's indicative of something I see more and more -- a desensitizing of folks to things and others around them. A decline in manners and politeness. It's your world. And your world. Oh yeah -- your world too. The rest of us just live in it.
Now before you start flooding the comments section with "Janey you ignorant slut" cracks defending yourself and calling me down, I'm just making some general observations. We're not all self-absorbed. It's not always about us. I know that. Sometimes it just is. Happens to everyone. But when it becomes a way of life as opposed to a situational, periodic thing, well...
Yeah. I know.
Back to the matter at hand.
So now that I've gotten this issue off my, well, boobies (Shut it. I couldn't resist.), I realize that for every jackass that turned left from the right hand lane right in front of me, narrowly missing me T-boning his nasty panel van, there are gentle souls like the lovely ladies working at the Savannah Cracker Barrel who calmed my nerves and brought me to tears one stressful morn with their kindness, assuring me that Will was being just a normal kid on what was starting out to be a rough tough day.
I feel like I've eaten a virtual Snickers. All of the benefits, none of the calories.
Should have stopped while I was ahead.
One last thing... thank you, gentle reader, for stopping by. It's been my pleasure to host and hopefully entertain you for this brief period. Have a wonderful rest of your day.