Anger

Everybody has that one thing about them that nobody expects. On a daily basis I hear people telling me "oh you never get angry". Wrong. Very few people have actually seen me fully enraged, but it's definitely there and it's not a very rare occasion.. Not just an anger that frustrates you or you escape to your bed with. It's the shaking anger that engulfs every living thought at the time. The anger that causes inanimate, lightweight, undamaging objects to fly at the nearby wall or floor. The anger that forces you to turn on relaxing music in an attempt to calm yourself as your mind attempts to remind your body that it was tired a mere 10 minutes ago and sleep sounded like a great option. It's the anger that makes you want to break everything in sight. The anger that continues to shake throughout your body as this post is being written.The anger that slowly escapes through an almost lifting sense of all the adrenaline leaving the body in an overwhelming fatigue that has no room for anger. Sometimes I don't even know why I get so riled up. Some things and some people just have the ability to set off a trigger deep inside of me. 99% of things people say or do will not phase me, but that 1% will often set off an anger chain reaction within me.

It's actually quite amazing how few people have seen me truly angry. You'll know if it happens to you. A trend can be seen when real enragement occurs. People, no matter the age or commanding status, will submit to the commanding aura and sheer angry power of the other person, no matter the age. I've seen it happen. Let's hope its not you.

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The title of this blog came from my phone opening the blogger app, starting a new post, and then typing all that in my pocket. Must have been some intense walking.

But I just wanted to say something before I go to sleep.
Sometimes I say things that come out wrong and mean something completely different. Sorry if I've ever said anything mean to you. Even if this isnt twitter, #antibullyingweek.

Life

Here comes another post from the phone-in-ziplocbag in the shower.

I just wanted to talk about life real quick. As I was perusing (theres a fritz word) through twitter I could not help but see all the depressing tweets and there was a perfect video for this but I forget the name of it. Basically it was a 30 second video about our lives. Here it is in a nutshell.

Here is our lives now:
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and everyone wants to win the lottery right? We wanna win to make our lives here:
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Now for most of the world their lives are here:
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So we've already won the lottery.
Just some food for thought...

By the way listen to Iz - over the rainbow
Great song. Always will be.

A tidbit of a tidbit

I gotta go to sleep soon so I'll make this one quick.

First of all, my blog game is lacking and I apologize for that, I just haven't had much to write about.

But, in my last burst of frustration, I had a thought of taking my water bottle and doing a nice punt with it. I didn't. So now I'm wondering, what would happen?

Would the bottle go exactly how you see a football go every Friday night? Would my anger be relieved? Will the bottle just explode? I mean, how relieving would it be to just kick your bottle, see it fly, and then explode upon impact? But then you just wasted perfectly good water and now you're thirsty. (By the way its 11:11 right now as I wrote that) What if the bottle didn't go anywhere but straight up and either hit you in the face or exploded when it hit the ground? No matter what, there's some loss to the situation. You're losing perfectly good water, or you're losing an opportunity to relieve some stress and anger, and move on with life.

Maybe I'll try it next time I'm angry. And yes, I do get angry. And yes, you do not want to see me angry.

Until then, I'm Ron Burgundy, and stay classy San Diego.

Tidbits

We all have those days where nothing seems to go right. You keep telling yourself that life goes on and people all around the world have it worse than you, but you know that at the end of the day you're still having "the worst day ever." You know its bad when you go to the football game and you don't want to stand, let alone cheer. I mustered enough will in me last night to start up a cheer though. No big.
It's even worse when you have to get up early the next day to take the SAT for hours on hours.
That was yesterday.

The next day you don't even want to be home, because in the quiet of your room is where "the worst day ever" comes back to mind, and it's just a downer.

Whatever. Life goes on. Again.