Anger Management

Jan 13, 2006 10:29

Why don't I get mad at people? I rarely ever yell. And when I do it's at my mom and I'm just yelling "Leave me alone," because I'm upset and don't want to talk about it... it's not because I'm mad. I don't get mad. I get incredibly sad. I get self-loathing. I get lame dramatic. The lady in the hospital tried to convince me I was mad at my mother for making me take care of her when I was little. She's wrong. I'm not mad. I'm never mad. If anything, that IS my problem. Sometimes people need to be mad. Sometimes punching something is a good thing.

I watched Fight Club last night. It was, to say the least, amazing. My brain kind of hurt after wards. But it made me think. If someone held a gun to my head, what would I regret not doing? I don't know. I think I'd need a gun held to my head to even really think about it deeply enough to find an answer. Sure, there are things I want to do. But nothing I'd kick myself in the ass for not doing.

Things like publishing my poetry (which I've been re-reading and hating).
Things like traveling around the world and meeting strangers who will be friends for life.
Things like modeling for suicide girls (I'm completely serious about this).
And things like falling madly in-love. Getting married. Adopting a child from asia.

But I have NO motivation what so ever... Even to do things I REALLY want to do.
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