I went to bed angry last night. I had angry dreams. I woke up angry. I am angry at so many things and even angry at myself for being angry in the first place.
I don't recall ever being mad like this. That's not a feeling I normally experience; it's not in my emotional lexicon. I consider myself to be a very nice person. I guess I sort of forgot what "utterly pissed-off at everything" felt like.
If you were wondering, it feels like you're nervous and you ate something rotten and you want to drop kick a kitten. Or dragon kick a baby, whichever opportunity presents itself first. I probably need to scream a bit, but it is nighttime and I can't. Oh well.
There will be other days to destroy my esophagus.
esophagus silly.
ReplyDeleteAlso- I throw things. it is quieter and effective. Angry can be shared. Then we can both throw things. Love you.
Oops. Fixed it. Let's throw stuff.
ReplyDeleteI am going to tear apart the hedge tomorrow. There will be yanking and pulling and throwing!
ReplyDeletehmmmmm.... I am trying to think about what I do when I am angry. I guess I reach out to friends, family, your mother, My Mother. Sometimes I clean things. Or play my iPod really loud. (A good show tune usually will help me snap out of it.....or Courtney Love will help me wallow in it.)
ReplyDeleteAnyway - I am sorry you have an angry. I love you!