Clueless

I am like totally clueless to what comes over me sometimes.  It is like I have been slapped; slapped hard right across the face and instead of waking up or getting mad I go into the corner to pout.

I've been pouting for over a week now and I'm really tired of this down trodden frame of mind I've developed.
I've tried all my favorite "change your fucking attitude" antidotes with no apparent change of disposition.

I've tried:

Hug my Daddy
Lunch with girlfriends
Art Journal
Tickle Grand kids
Jam to rock music
Bitch to sisters - all three
Retail therapy
Cry to old movie

Despite my best intentions the devil has got a strong hold on me and I can't shake this feeling that I'm heading in the wrong direction.

One thing I know for sure, men on on my shit list.

The weekend is upon me.  I am spending Saturday with my kindred spirit, Kathy.  Let's hope she and I can't get to the heart of this sulky little girl mood I have developed. 

If I don't like myself then how do others look at me.  BORING I am sure since that is at the top of my list.