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My big, boiling volcanic lava ball of seemingly unrelenting rage erupted today. I'm not really complaining - or apologizing. I was due.
Within a two hour span, mostly while stuck in traffic, I:
1) called an ugly bitch a cunt whilst both of our windows were down. She wouldn't let me merge into the exit lane until I did. She deserved it. I don't even like the C-word, BUT -if I ever buy a boat, I will christen it The Seaward.. even if all it ever does is sit on a lake while I'm perched (haha) in it catching many fishes and drinking many beers.
2) spewed forth a solid string of obscenities at the man that barrelled down a suicide lane, hundreds of feet before the turn lane even began, and nearly crashed right into me after traffic was kind enough to let me out of a parking lot. I almost got out of my car, I was that livid. I've only ever punched one person, but he was close to becoming numero dos.
c) scared away an entire group of kids loitering outside a Circle K. After immediately being approached for a cigarette before I even exited my vehicle, at which point I only replied (with a disgusted, hypocritical look) that I don't smoke, I quickly decided my initial reaction wasn't sufficient. I got out, checking for my keys after I shut my door - yes, in that order - before turning to the pimple-faced, beanpole reject and telling him that he looked fucking 12, and that if he or his fucking moron friends had any sense, they'd get the fuck off the property and quit soliciting for nicotine.
4) yelled at nearly every other driver like he or she truly could hear me, and wished every fucking one of them knew how much I wanted to punch every last one of them in their throats, respectively.
The kid at the gas station kind of looked like he was going to cry, but I really wanted my powerade. The ten or so adolescents had vacated the premises before I came back outside and, I admit, I was slightly disappointed. I think a tumbleweed even floated ominously across the wake of their retreat.
I'm not naturally violent, by any means. I don't know why I was all super bitch, aside from being stuck in horrible traffic, in a car without currently functioning air conditioning, in heat exceeding 100 degrees, after working 10 hours for the man and his corporate political bullshit, and feeling some other crap that I will not publicly announce. Shit happens, I guess. Today, it was just my turn for it to happen to me?
Who knows. It's time for bed. Maybe I'll wake up with that Erasure song stuck in my head again.
Thanks for that. 'Night. <3
