Estate Fail

I don’t cope well with failure.
This is a shame because I happen to fail quite often.
Even though I’m a winner.

I am also super-competitive, and when I feel like someone has challenged me, I want to prove that I CAN DO IT! It’s ever so slightly medieval.

Even when someone sets me a stupid task, like… oh, I don’t know… writing a blog post about Estate Agents.
Yeah. That’s right. Estate Agents.

Well, guess what. Estate Agents aren’t funny. They aren’t even slightly humorous.

That’s not to say I didn’t try to find some way of doing it.
Because I tried alright.
I’ve been trying for the past couple of weeks.
I’ve tried so hard I feel like my brain is coming out of my ears.

It was a task that I had been set, and I was going to get it done.

I went through different stages of how I approached an estate angent centralled blog.

Enthusiastic.

Worried.

Dismissive.

Angry.

Upset.

Determined.

Despairing.

Unreasonable logic

Murderous rage

Dead.

　
And then I drew this:

Happy now?
And so I present to you all, not a post about Estate Agents - but a post about how Estate Agents made me fail.
And Chaz? I’m plotting your demise. Seriously. Watch your back. Because I could be anywhere.