Why the "Mad" in my title?

When I thought about doing this blog I wracked my brain for a title.  I had been a waitress for most of my young adult life so far and I felt that the experience shaped me, became part of my identity.  I connected with people, worked hard and learned life lessons on a daily basis.  At the end of my day, I was my own boss< afterall you are what your tips are.  I think.  But why the "Mad"?  Well I'm mad about a lot of things, I'm mad about a good piece of chocolate cake, I'm mad about old black and white movies, I'm mad about art that screams the truth, I'm mad about a good friends laughter, and I'm mad about the way Brad Pitt looked in "Legends of the Fall".  So those are some ways that I'm mad.

Then there is the flip side.  What else makes me mad?  Fake smiles make me mad, excuses make me mad, cheaters make me mad, lies make me mad, the fact that people go without food in my neighborhood makes me mad, laziness is insulting and Kanye West can really irk me.

So coming from a gal that has been labeled "sweet as pie"(and having to apologize for it, what a concept - who knew being kind to people was such a detriment) her whole life, "MAD" seemed fitting.  It was my way of rebelling. Of changing.

No longer would I want the mad, frowny (is that even a word), people in my life.  I would fight for the kind like souls and be mad if anybody got in my way. 

So far, so good,  I feel like a soldier.  My mother always wanted me to go to boot camp, because I was a messy girl that never cleaned her room.  Well I clean my room now but I'm still messy. 

Why am I mad today?  Well my lunch date at 2 got pushed to 2:30, that didn't make me mad, its Los Angeles, its expected.  Waiting ten minutes to get my coffee was annoying, the waitress in me wanted to get up and pour my own damn coffee.  As I waited, I whipped out my computer and was mad about writing my latest entry.  My lunch date arrived and had to wait until I finished this sentence.

I hope they"re not mad.