Oh me oh my...
Today I punched a wall. I think it might have been the stupidest thing I've ever done. Not only did this shallow fit of anger make my hand ache, it delivered a low blow to my ego as well. I've always considered myself a guy somewhat cool-headed, rational, certainly not someone capable of anger so intense it shakes you. Hitting my head on the ceiling was the final straw. It happened because I was standing on a chair cleaning up the expensive broken glass piece on my shelf, which fell over and shattered due to clumsy movers bumping a couch against the other side of the closet wall. IT PISSED ME OFF. I don't want to come home from working a 5am-2 shift to discover my favorite piece destroyed. So now the wall took the brunt of my aggression, and is laughing at me as I cradle my sore hand. It's just a piece of glass, and I'm lucky I didn't break my uninsured hand punching that wall. Bruised bones heal nicely to the sounds of Bob Marley, and time helps too.