It is what it is

that is my phrase of choice now.

I get pissed, I breathe and mutter it is what it is.
someone does something i do not like, it is what it is.
i feel out of control, it is what it is.

it seems to help. though really what do i know?

apparently not much.

i sit back and observe them. observe the littlest of moments they share with others? their interactions together. the looks, smirks, and teases. the touches, the longing looks, the irritation at others, all of it. I sit back and watch it all unfold around me yet i am not a part of it. i have taken myself out of the equation. closed down a bit, and decided to watch everyone else this round.

it is a lot like being back in high school...