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Since we've all joined this group, what is it that makes you identify as a cranky blogger? I don't necessarily see cranky as a bad thing, myself, because there's always been an emphasis by others in my life on being Polyanna. Saying "bah!" and embracing my inner crank, and giving vent to the latest BS I encounter makes me happy, in a way that pretending to be nice when I wanted to tell people to buzz off never did. How 'bout you?
For me, cranky is not a mood, it's a philosophy and a way of life. I'm snarky, sarcastic, pessimistic and brooding and I have been for as long as I can remember. My temperament is reflected by the fictional characters I've always identified with: Favorite Disney character? Eeyore. Favorite Peanuts character? Lucy. Favorite Spongebob character? Squidward. Favorite Harry Potter character? Snape. I tried for years to change my basic personality to that of a more cheerful and sunny type, but it never took. Fortunately I have many wonderful people in my life who accept me and love me as I am.
I am an Eeyore and Snape aficionado myself, although I will admit the latter has more to do with Alan Richman than anything else. My favorite cranky TV female was always Jo on the Facts of Life. Who doesn't love a little Nancy McKeon snark?
I'm not always cranky.. but I have a very cynical side that surprises people. I'm very good at turning on the charm. I can socialize at the drop of a hat. I do good "PR" work for anything I set my mind to. But I'm NOT a "people person." I've had many people try to talk me into doing sales work, cause I'm so "good with people." Or tell me I should work with children because I'm so animated. Well the first day that I didn't feel like dealing with people I'd get fired because I'd make a biting comment to some ass-hat who pissed me off or stomp on some kid who was driving me nuts. So I'm basically just a good actor. Secretly I have this very dark persona who sits on my shoulder and every time I say "Oh, it's very nice to meet you," to someone, it answers in my head with, "Yeah, don't bother remembering THEIR name cause they will have no value in your life. And did you SEE their shoes???"
What I love about Ginny is she GETS this. We could sit in the corner of some social event and I'd smile and wave at people from across the room and then make snide comments to her and she'd laugh. Gotta love Ms. Ginger Cranky-Pants! I like to think of myself as "Bucky" from the comic strip "Get Fuzzy." That cranky cat who see's few silver linings in anything unless he thinks he can get a free meal out of it or a way to laugh at someone else! But other than that, I'm VERY nice. Really. Honest.
I knew I should have consulted you before I named my LiveJournal, 'cause "Ginger Crankypants" is SO me. And good lord, let's hope you never see MY shoes, which are usually paired with white socks regardless of shoe color. Glad you're joining me in this, Sno.
I am cranky because people are stupid and I've been put on this earth to point it out.
Although I too am not a full-time crab. I pride myself on being breezy at least part of the time but effing hell, someone needs to be the voice of reason! Someone needs to tell the asshole they are indeed an asshole! It's a burden but I'm up for the challenge. And frankly, I'm good at it.
I am Lucy. I am Eeyore. I am Bitter Betty a.k.a. Princess Crankypants, nice to meet you. And I think this should be our official t-shirt.
I'm with Bitter Betty, people just need me to show them the way you know? And really, it just makes things so much harder when they resist. Poor things.
Gina, it's true. If people would just Do.It.My.Way, then everything would be just fine. Of course, if my way, and your way, and Bitter Betty's way conflict, watch out!
I'm quite nice sometimes, until something bugs me. Problem is, many things bug me! General stupidity most of all, and boy, is there a lot of that around. And hey, nice to meet you, fellow crankies!
I'm a freelance writer, WAHM, and wife to a full-time doctoral candidate. We moved to the middle of the country against my will. We live in a house that I hate. I am 36. I see the glass as half-full, always have. A natural-born skeptic and a full-time cynic.
I am cranky and pessimistic 80% of the time. I complain and whine about everything. My fiance always tells me that I am too negative. I work in customer service, which has made me bitter against the human population. I only like to talk to people that I like. I don't smile unless I have something to smile about- smiling is hard!
Yes, exactly! I used to pretend to be Eeyore when I was a little girl and when my mother asked why, I told her it was because "Eeyore doesn't have to smile." I want to just crush people who say to me in a hearty voice "Smile! It can't be that bad!" Oh, but it can.
Ooh, I hate when people tell me to smile, usually men. It riles my inner Cranky Feminist. Why do I have to smile? Because you're threatened by a non-smiling woman? Rrggh.
Yeah, seriously, what is up with the "oh, you would look so pretty if you smiled" thing? It's as though people are on a personal mission to irritate me. With the smiling. Yes, it can be that bad.
I work in customer service, too. And I too have lost most of my faith in humanity. After smiling and being nice to people 10 hours a day, all I want is to come home and vent/rant. I try to not let my blog skew too negative... but it seems most of my posts are now tagged with my favorite tag: rant!
