Perplexed. Peturbed. Puzzled.

Congratulations, on graduating from L to XL.. Did you think, you'll always be stuck on this dreaded alphabet, all your ever-changing, not-so-constant life? Well, the joke's on you, I guess.. Life can be a bit*h sometimes, if it's being not, then a disaster beckons... No clues when this berozgari will end, whether all my so-called-skills will find a channel of resurrection, a destination. Stuck in an unholy (pun unintended) mess of a city, deemed culture capital, but made up of nothing but disgrace, apathy and ignorance..Not that the city matters to me, but the people do, and it has.. With a cipher of intellectual wit, or rational outlook, all I hear around me is the inconsistent jabber of ideals, history, values with no grounds of modern reality... Eff it; back to me... What is the future for me; Creating delusional messages, selling a certain products or to dabble in the multiple realms of electronic art? Or should I be the voice of stardom, parading on the silver screen of glitterati??? Or should I turn back to my natural, instinctive talent, whipping up a wonderful chimera of culinary delights? To put a dash of pepper on my year-old-bruises, the age is definitely, not on my side, galloping away on that elusive stallion, and me on a poor, fat, aging pony can just tattle behind him... QUESTION: Is it a mere symptom of menopause, that you find everything just so irritating; Irregular bus timing, people not standing in a queue, littering, spitting, reverse sound of a car at 5 am, rowdy rickshaw drivers, shopkeepers overcharging, potholed roads, nosy neighbours, stupid soap operas who portray an India women at her worst.. Phew!!! It's really something loathsome about these serials; e.g. The character "Ichcha" is probably the epitome of mercy, kindheartedness, love, care, patience, Indian values and what not... Her so-stuffed-with-goodness soul can't even speak her stand when wrongly accused; SERIOUSLY, who is this woman??? Definitely not me, and I would surely slap her, if I ever meet such a person... This perpetual doormat-ed existence is why our society is like what a mess it is now... Another soap depicts the caste/subcaste/gotra non-sense, which I absolutely know is the prevalent TRUTH... I have no idea, whether my disgust and the irritation crops up from the reel life mimicking the real, or the reality giving birth to such reel drama, which is absolutely endorsed and loved in our households... I know life is never perfect, and really can't be... So why my patience has been sapped? Why acceptance eludes me? Why I seethe with anger when I should turn a blind eye? Okay, finishing this here as I feel myself getting furious at the mere thought of it... ANGER MANAGEMENT SUGGESTIONS, ANYONE???