The debilitating demon of frustration!

I’ve been trying to make a point of gearing my blog towards writing, and the journey many of us are on as writers towards publication.

Today, however, I simply need to vent.

Each of us has a quirk or a tick about us that we’d rather be without. For some, it’s chewing their nails, for others it’s something a little more complicated, like wanting to break things when the internet is down. For me, it’s my tolerance.

I’ve always taken great pride in being a man of great patience, but for as patient as I am I’m equally intolerant, and yes, the two are different.

I can wait however long I need for anything I have no control over. But so help me god, if there is an issue that should be resolvable, and it’s not being resolved, I cannot function. I’m wholly incapable of moving on and doing other things with my life until whatever the issue at hand is resolved. Today that issue happens to be twitter.

Earlier today, immediately after sharing the updated rules for my Short Story Challenge with twitter, the social media platform altogether stopped sending me any and all notifications. I don’t get them for replies, retweets, likes, or even those notifications when someone replies to someone else in a thread you’re a part of.

At the time of my writing this, six hours have passed since the issue first took place. In this time I have queried twitter support more than ten times. The automated service has ensured me twice that a support agent would be with me shortly, and yet now, after six hours, I’ve yet to hear from anyone and my problem is still unresolved.

I am fully aware that this is a trivial matter, but it is beyond intolerable for me, and despite my best efforts I haven’t been able to move on and keep writing. I can’t even sit down to watch a film. This is the other half of myself I wish I could be rid of. I cannot move on until a problem is resolved.

You’d think, at 30 years of age, I’d have been able to get passed this hiccup of a personality trait; that I’d have been able to conquer this flaw as I previously had my picky eating (I was notoriously picky). But, much to my detriment, all I want to do right now is scream at the world. Worse, I’m so exhausted because I let it bother me so much that I just want to curl into a ball and cry. Why? Because I can’t understand why I’m not being helped with something so trivial.

To my reader friends out there, do any of you have any silly, but debilitating personality traits like mine? I really do hope I’m not alone on this front.

-sigh-

Tonight, I think, I’ll turn in early.

Dream – Imagine – Create

A.