I know the pieces fit...
You know what's funny?
(Other than the fact I haven't posted in here for more than a month)
Anger. Anger is funny, because it's such an odd emotion. Like all the others, there's no real logical explaination for the whys and reasons it happens, it just does. Anger's odd in that it's hard to actually pin down why you get angry. Something pisses you off, but why? The more common reason is that something makes you feel like you don't have control of a situation. So you get angry? What are you going to do, blow things up? It's just funny, because at least the other emotions are so damned self-feeding by their definition. I don't think so, anyway...
So yah, Gen Con was probably the strangest five days I've had in a row recently. I didn't play cards much at all (I only entered in one tiny assed tournament and won), and spent alot of the time just filtering back and forth between people I know. Drama ensued, as it seems to do more often than not. Of course, now that everything's settled, everyone involved is more than happy to point fingers that they somehow couldn't point when things were actually going on. Now that we're all seperated and safe behind our state borders and computers, by god we just figured out who's evil!! Too bad that during the situation, everyone chose to participate that was involved. I hate to say this, especially because my own sister and a few of my friends fall into this catergory, but fucking duh, people. How badly did everyone really need a high school experience? I don't even think I'll go into the exacts of what happened in here, since I'll probably never forget about it, and anyone who happens to read this will know what I'm talking about.
Bean cock.
Anyway, back to anger. Oooh, anger. It's funny, because when I was younger, I'd sometimes get depressed for no particular reason. I hear it's a fairly common happening when you're a teenager. Hormones. Fuckers. Now, though, I just get angry. No reason, just anger! Rar! It pisses me off because there's no rhyme or reason for it, and it happens all the time. Fortunately, I've been in situations that have perpetually pissed me off most of my life. By this time, I've gotten pretty effing good at just being angry inside and keeping it cool elsewhere. Which is handy, since most people can't handle their anger when it comes out of nowhere. I'm pretty good at it, but by god, I'm not fucking perfect, and every now and again, I've just cleared the room.
"Why the hell is Seth talking about The Order of the Dicked Infant?!? Asshole."
I wonder why this happens. Repression, probably. The fact that I don't really vent my anger just lets it build up inside. I don't really buy that - my emotions are not some sort of Jiffy Pop bag in the microwave of my body, thank you. Sometimes I really, deeply wonder if I've got a few too many wires jury-rigged in my head. Lord fucking knows I've had to fuck with the shit upstairs just to make it through childhood. Who knows what sort of emotional damage my dad has caused, and oh lord, my mother! I'm so fucked up because of my parents! Le sigh! Nooo! Poor me!
Jesus. Maybe that's why I stopped writing this thing. I always end up bitching. Eh, at least my LJ isn't some sort of dramatic front that I'm trying to pass off as the deep, inner me. I'll be fucked if I actually start putting important shit up here for you people to pick through. yarrrr.
Anyway, there you go, babe. I'm writing again. Nyah.
Anjin-san out.
(Other than the fact I haven't posted in here for more than a month)
Anger. Anger is funny, because it's such an odd emotion. Like all the others, there's no real logical explaination for the whys and reasons it happens, it just does. Anger's odd in that it's hard to actually pin down why you get angry. Something pisses you off, but why? The more common reason is that something makes you feel like you don't have control of a situation. So you get angry? What are you going to do, blow things up? It's just funny, because at least the other emotions are so damned self-feeding by their definition. I don't think so, anyway...
So yah, Gen Con was probably the strangest five days I've had in a row recently. I didn't play cards much at all (I only entered in one tiny assed tournament and won), and spent alot of the time just filtering back and forth between people I know. Drama ensued, as it seems to do more often than not. Of course, now that everything's settled, everyone involved is more than happy to point fingers that they somehow couldn't point when things were actually going on. Now that we're all seperated and safe behind our state borders and computers, by god we just figured out who's evil!! Too bad that during the situation, everyone chose to participate that was involved. I hate to say this, especially because my own sister and a few of my friends fall into this catergory, but fucking duh, people. How badly did everyone really need a high school experience? I don't even think I'll go into the exacts of what happened in here, since I'll probably never forget about it, and anyone who happens to read this will know what I'm talking about.
Bean cock.
Anyway, back to anger. Oooh, anger. It's funny, because when I was younger, I'd sometimes get depressed for no particular reason. I hear it's a fairly common happening when you're a teenager. Hormones. Fuckers. Now, though, I just get angry. No reason, just anger! Rar! It pisses me off because there's no rhyme or reason for it, and it happens all the time. Fortunately, I've been in situations that have perpetually pissed me off most of my life. By this time, I've gotten pretty effing good at just being angry inside and keeping it cool elsewhere. Which is handy, since most people can't handle their anger when it comes out of nowhere. I'm pretty good at it, but by god, I'm not fucking perfect, and every now and again, I've just cleared the room.
"Why the hell is Seth talking about The Order of the Dicked Infant?!? Asshole."
I wonder why this happens. Repression, probably. The fact that I don't really vent my anger just lets it build up inside. I don't really buy that - my emotions are not some sort of Jiffy Pop bag in the microwave of my body, thank you. Sometimes I really, deeply wonder if I've got a few too many wires jury-rigged in my head. Lord fucking knows I've had to fuck with the shit upstairs just to make it through childhood. Who knows what sort of emotional damage my dad has caused, and oh lord, my mother! I'm so fucked up because of my parents! Le sigh! Nooo! Poor me!
Jesus. Maybe that's why I stopped writing this thing. I always end up bitching. Eh, at least my LJ isn't some sort of dramatic front that I'm trying to pass off as the deep, inner me. I'll be fucked if I actually start putting important shit up here for you people to pick through. yarrrr.
Anyway, there you go, babe. I'm writing again. Nyah.
Anjin-san out.