Feb 26, 2007 15:36
Man, I hate writing stuff in here that reveals anything "personal" (not like I haven't done it before) because for some stupid reason I have this pride saying, "don't do it Kelley, nobody cares and you won't be as mysterious" (my mind is a jackass, by the way). Today I say fuck it. Why am I always worried about how I am perceived by others?
For quite some time now I have taken pride in the fact that, despite coming from a background of many forms of addictions, I have managed to pull through without any of these and have broken the mold once again by not being a statistic. However, I have come to realize recently that some statistics are just true and I am naive to think that I am above all of them.
Congratulations, Kelley, you have found your addiction...anger!!! [and the light blinks: applause...applause...applause]
Though I don't walk around everyday red-faced, fists clenched, it has manifested in so many ways and now I rely on it as part of my identity. I have even managed to find many other junkies to talk to and hang out with on a constant basis (it's ok though, I still love you guys anyway).
I've been looking for every external way possible to treat all the symptoms, but now I have to deal with the root. This will not be fun, but it will certainly be interesting. I sure as hell will not be going to any group meetings, however.
p.s. I never said any of this. :)