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I’ll admit it. It takes a LOT to get me angry. I have a VERY long fuse. While most people would explode and go ballistic, I’ll just nod, ignore it, and file it away as past annoyances.
While I stayed with my grandmother over the summer, I was her errand girl. Usually, at least every hour or so, I’d have to retrieve the remote, do that or do this for her. I also had to prepare dinner, all under her watchful and commanding eye. “No, you’re not stirring it right. No, add more salt.” Etc. Yes, I was angry at being ordered around, but I never retorted in anger, and just knew that it would mean something to me when she was gone.
When things do make me angry though, I’m rather ugly. If I’m angry at someone, like, in a fight, I usually never say anything. Stuff comes out as idiotic words, so I tend to hold my tongue and fume. But, like every individual, the more you prod me, the closer I get to anger.
Today was shaping up to be a pretty crap-tacular day. I didn’t want to wake up today. I could barely eat breakfast without pain in my mouth, and when I got to Japanese class, I felt awful. I almost started crying before class started. Call it a mood, I don’t know . . .but class turned out to be okay. My next class, while it was a snooze, it wasn’t that bad. It still didn’t make me feel wonderful, but I don’t feel as bad as I did this morning. I ended up calling Mom and talking to her about going to VT. I most likely will not since the ticket prices have jumped almost twenty dollars and I can no longer use my discount, since, (I didn’t know this before) but you have to use it three days in advance. I am totally stressed out and unhappy, and I don’t need the stress of having to pack, go to VT, try to study, do homework, not have a bed to sleep on, etc. to add to it.
Work. Boring as all get-out. I think I would rather bludgeon myself into unconsciousness at this point. Seriously. I’m tired and cranky and I just want to go to sleep, not sit here, do nothing and half-heartedly attempt to do homework.
I found one of the school’s newspapers on the desk and I flipped through it. Started reading an op-ed piece and now I’m not only bored/cranky/tired, but I’m freaking ANGRY. The kid was writing an article about people packing up early, before class ends, which, I do indeed hate. I suppose, he was trying to be funny, and wrote this line. “The professor will begin their lecture for the day which is about as useful as expecting an obese person to devour a plate of fruits and vegetables.”
WHAT THE CRAP IS THIS KID’S PROBLEM? I’m SO bleeding angry right now, his castration is in my mind for suitable punishment. I mean, seriously! WTF! W.T.F.? Oh, so fat people don’t eat fruits and vegetables, now do they? The sit in their apartments alone and eat twinkies? Only brownies and cakes, huh?
And, while I’m on the topic of being pissed off at what people say, don’t you EVER EVER EVER say “That’s so gay” around me if you want to still have children. I don’t care if you spell it like ‘ghey’, ‘gey’ (or any variant) you say those words around me, and you aren’t actually talking about a stereotypical gay behavior, then I will personally kick you wherever I can reach. It is homophobic and bad. I DO NOT go around saying, “Lyke, OMG, that’s so BLACK (aka stupid)! Hahahahahahahaha.” You want to use a word that marginalizes and stereotypes a group of people and then use it as a synonym for dumb and stupid, then use something else. You don’t freaking know how many gay kids I know that flinch internally every time that’s used. A lot of them are scared and don’t want to speak up about it. YOU ARE PERSONALLY MAKING IT HARDER FOR THEM TO LIVE AND ACCEPT THEMSELVES BY USING THIS WORD IN A DEROGATORY MANNER.
I’m so freaking angry right now, a lot of words aren’t coming to me. I HATE stereotypes and marginalizing. Fat people DO NOT constantly stuff their faces with twinkies, chocolates and stuff like that. Most of them just haven’t gotten the extra oomph to exercise more, or whatever reason.
>.> I guess, my point is, DO NOT cross me today. You cross me today, tomorrow you’ll be dumped into the yakuza pond in cement with ducks eating at your eyebrows.
While I stayed with my grandmother over the summer, I was her errand girl. Usually, at least every hour or so, I’d have to retrieve the remote, do that or do this for her. I also had to prepare dinner, all under her watchful and commanding eye. “No, you’re not stirring it right. No, add more salt.” Etc. Yes, I was angry at being ordered around, but I never retorted in anger, and just knew that it would mean something to me when she was gone.
When things do make me angry though, I’m rather ugly. If I’m angry at someone, like, in a fight, I usually never say anything. Stuff comes out as idiotic words, so I tend to hold my tongue and fume. But, like every individual, the more you prod me, the closer I get to anger.
Today was shaping up to be a pretty crap-tacular day. I didn’t want to wake up today. I could barely eat breakfast without pain in my mouth, and when I got to Japanese class, I felt awful. I almost started crying before class started. Call it a mood, I don’t know . . .but class turned out to be okay. My next class, while it was a snooze, it wasn’t that bad. It still didn’t make me feel wonderful, but I don’t feel as bad as I did this morning. I ended up calling Mom and talking to her about going to VT. I most likely will not since the ticket prices have jumped almost twenty dollars and I can no longer use my discount, since, (I didn’t know this before) but you have to use it three days in advance. I am totally stressed out and unhappy, and I don’t need the stress of having to pack, go to VT, try to study, do homework, not have a bed to sleep on, etc. to add to it.
Work. Boring as all get-out. I think I would rather bludgeon myself into unconsciousness at this point. Seriously. I’m tired and cranky and I just want to go to sleep, not sit here, do nothing and half-heartedly attempt to do homework.
I found one of the school’s newspapers on the desk and I flipped through it. Started reading an op-ed piece and now I’m not only bored/cranky/tired, but I’m freaking ANGRY. The kid was writing an article about people packing up early, before class ends, which, I do indeed hate. I suppose, he was trying to be funny, and wrote this line. “The professor will begin their lecture for the day which is about as useful as expecting an obese person to devour a plate of fruits and vegetables.”
WHAT THE CRAP IS THIS KID’S PROBLEM? I’m SO bleeding angry right now, his castration is in my mind for suitable punishment. I mean, seriously! WTF! W.T.F.? Oh, so fat people don’t eat fruits and vegetables, now do they? The sit in their apartments alone and eat twinkies? Only brownies and cakes, huh?
And, while I’m on the topic of being pissed off at what people say, don’t you EVER EVER EVER say “That’s so gay” around me if you want to still have children. I don’t care if you spell it like ‘ghey’, ‘gey’ (or any variant) you say those words around me, and you aren’t actually talking about a stereotypical gay behavior, then I will personally kick you wherever I can reach. It is homophobic and bad. I DO NOT go around saying, “Lyke, OMG, that’s so BLACK (aka stupid)! Hahahahahahahaha.” You want to use a word that marginalizes and stereotypes a group of people and then use it as a synonym for dumb and stupid, then use something else. You don’t freaking know how many gay kids I know that flinch internally every time that’s used. A lot of them are scared and don’t want to speak up about it. YOU ARE PERSONALLY MAKING IT HARDER FOR THEM TO LIVE AND ACCEPT THEMSELVES BY USING THIS WORD IN A DEROGATORY MANNER.
I’m so freaking angry right now, a lot of words aren’t coming to me. I HATE stereotypes and marginalizing. Fat people DO NOT constantly stuff their faces with twinkies, chocolates and stuff like that. Most of them just haven’t gotten the extra oomph to exercise more, or whatever reason.
>.> I guess, my point is, DO NOT cross me today. You cross me today, tomorrow you’ll be dumped into the yakuza pond in cement with ducks eating at your eyebrows.