WET AND BILE
there is something uniquely liberating about anger.
maybe this isnt the case for most people, or even myself for the most part, but every once in a while you can simply just ride out the delicious toxic cocktail of pure bile and rancor and funnel all of your fears, all of your doubts and pain, and pull it together into a tight little ball of plastic explosive, and then let it all out in concentrated form, like a laser beam, turning the normally destructive current into one you can use for your own personal ends.
the woman came at me, guns a blazing, yelling and screaming, not wanting to do anything constructive, she just wanted to attack, to claw, rip and tear until she felt better.
its the standard anger trip.
its a total loss of control, but one out of emotional weakness, an inability to rationally and calmly carry oneself without resorting to the actions of a child.
she wanted blood, because the world didnt start and stop at her convenience, and did not let her know personally when she was making a mistake.
she had a dirty mouth and wasnt afraid to use it.
after the profanity started to fly i just snapped.
i saw strange colors, and had the subtle feeling of being slowly submerged.
"ma'am, if you do not immediately cease and desist with your profanity, i can, and will, release the call."
i tasted copper. my mouth became bone dry.
"charming... oh, that is charming...
can i SAY charming..."
and i began chuckling to myself, letting it slowly rise up into a full blown laugh.
this shit is better than milton bradley.
maybe this isnt the case for most people, or even myself for the most part, but every once in a while you can simply just ride out the delicious toxic cocktail of pure bile and rancor and funnel all of your fears, all of your doubts and pain, and pull it together into a tight little ball of plastic explosive, and then let it all out in concentrated form, like a laser beam, turning the normally destructive current into one you can use for your own personal ends.
the woman came at me, guns a blazing, yelling and screaming, not wanting to do anything constructive, she just wanted to attack, to claw, rip and tear until she felt better.
its the standard anger trip.
its a total loss of control, but one out of emotional weakness, an inability to rationally and calmly carry oneself without resorting to the actions of a child.
she wanted blood, because the world didnt start and stop at her convenience, and did not let her know personally when she was making a mistake.
she had a dirty mouth and wasnt afraid to use it.
after the profanity started to fly i just snapped.
i saw strange colors, and had the subtle feeling of being slowly submerged.
"ma'am, if you do not immediately cease and desist with your profanity, i can, and will, release the call."
i tasted copper. my mouth became bone dry.
"charming... oh, that is charming...
can i SAY charming..."
and i began chuckling to myself, letting it slowly rise up into a full blown laugh.
this shit is better than milton bradley.