There's nothing wrong with being pissed off when
life isn't going the way you want…
The brother-in-law is finally gone. Much needed
peace and quiet descends on my household.
Which is being used to clean a month’s worth of guest mess
before my grandmother arrives tomorrow. The kid did nothing to help
other than wash the dishes a few times. I’m no neat freak, but
three people and two dogs in a two bedroom house is a recipe for
filth. Scrub scrub scrub, CinderRory.
The breadwinner says she’ll help, but I ain’t holding my breath.
I can go a long while without breathing, but not, like,
forever.
Meanwhile I’ve got a podcast to edit (Anastasia Ashley!), still
supposed to pump out my daily drivel. But all I really want to do
is pop a couple valium, chug a couple beers, and sleep for twenty
hours straight.
Also, my laptop force upgraded to the latest version of Windows
10, even though I had auto-upgrades turned off, and now it chugs
along like a piece of shit. Broke half my software. Had to do a
last minute scramble to find a new way of recording my podcasts.
Very stressful. Rage inducing.
I’m just a simmering pot of angry at the moment. The wife keeps
saying I need therapy. I don’t want therapy. I don’t think there’s
anything wrong with being pissed off when life isn’t going the way
you want. Yeah yeah yeah, we’re all supposed to be zen masters who
let our problems roll off our backs like water off a duck, but I
can’t keep that up for forever. Can anyone?
When did it become wrong to get angry?
When I’m waiting in line to buy a pack of smokes, and the
tourist dad in front of me hits the cashier and announces to his
family, “Come on guys, I’m paying,” then holds up the line for ten
minutes as his ugly wife and brood of idiot children slowly trickle
to front of the ABC store with hands full of junk, then the mom
says, “Oh, wait, I forgot something,” am I not allowed to be
pissed?
I’m just a simmering pot of angry at the moment. The wife keeps
saying I need therapy. I don’t want therapy. I don’t think there’s
anything wrong with being pissed off when life isn’t going the way
you want. Yeah yeah yeah, we’re all supposed to be zen masters who
let our problems roll off our backs like water off a duck, but I
can’t keep that up for forever. Can anyone?
Why can’t I just shove them out of the way, say “Back of the
line, fuckers,” then get on with my day?
A certain website Chas loves to roast has been on the “chill
out, bro” trip lately. When someone is a prick, you’re just
supposed to let it go. I don’t understand why. Spending your days
in a haze of rage sure as hell ain’t healthy, but ignoring your
emotions sucks ass.
When someone stuffs you three times in a row you’re justified in
kicking your board square into the small of their back.
“Oops, sorry. It was an accident. Relax, dude. It’s only
surfing.”
Embrace the rage, set it free. Create a world where people are
polite. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because some
crazy motherfucker my hand them a world of hurt.