Directionless Anger

The BBQ Pit
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I’m pissed.

PISSEDpissedpissedpissedpissedPISSED.

I’m not sure what, precisely, it is that I’m pissed at, and that pisses me off even more. Sure I’ve got plenty 'o reasons, and they’re plenty to be pissed about:

My wife’s car is busted, and I bruised the living shit out of my hands pushing it out of the turn lane where it failed and was blocking traffic, after having been called to turn around and rescue her when I was more than halfway to our daughter’s school. I’m really pissed that it took three times longer to retrace 18 miles of road back than it took to go out in the first place. I’m super pissed that not one of the smug, angry, inconvenienced, self-righteous sons of bitches backed up behind my wife bothered to try and help her, or even help me when I got there. I’m pissed that it never occured to these stupid little prigs that if two or three got out and helped, they’d have cleared the blockage and been on their way to work. I’m pissed that I have an ingrown toenail that’s bleeding, and I’m even more pissed that pushing my wife’s car opened it enough to bleed through my fucking shoe. I’m pissed that I had to turn around again, and finish driving my daughter to school, LATE, and that I found I’d gotten dirt and crud all over my pants. And then I drove my wife to work, where she didn’t even so much as thank me. Wanna bet that just added more fuel to the fire? Being too late to even think about going home and changing pants, I arrive at the office, to find that the end-users have turned into End-Lusers, again, just capped the morning. From that point, the day went DOWN HILL.

I don’t want to even think about it. It sucked.

And still, it’s not the worst day I’ve ever had, not by a long shot! My coping mechnaisms are generaly more than enough to handle this level of provocation. Hell, Mrs. Tranq was probably too pissed herself to even think of thanking me. The end-users turn stupid regularly. Cars break, and people are selfish. Shit happens, and I know it. I’m used to all this, and yet…

I’M ROYALLY, HOMICIDALLY, INCOHERANTLY, GONNA KILL ME SOME CUTE LITTLE PUPPIES, MOTHERFUCKING PISSED!

And I don’t know why. My users are scared of me now. I was really careful to keep a leash on my anger, and I didn’t say a single uncivil word all day. Even my posts here today have been carefully scrutinized for out-of-character tone. And yet, every person I’ve met today has been painfully, excruciatingly polite. Even on the phone, where they can’t see my face, the most pain-in-the-ass, selfish, and demanding End-Lusers have been ostentatiously polite, AND THIS PISSES ME OFF EVEN WORSE!

DAMMIT TO THE DEEPEST, MOST PUTRID PIT OF THE NETHER-MOST CESS-POOL IN HELL, I’D LIKE A FUCKING EXPLANTATION FOR WHY I’M SO FUCKING PISSED!

Thank you, that will be all.

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Sometimes when I have those “episodes” I remember that I have not taken my medication yet.(I am not trying to be funny.)

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Wish it were that easy.

I had a physical last week, and the doc tells me I’m disgustingly normal.

I just moved my free-weights into another room: I almost deliberately kicked the rack. If I could bottle this anger, the UN would outlaw it as a weapon of mass destruction.

I think I’ll go running.

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May I join you in the Directionless Anger corner? I would like to direct my Directionless Anger at the marketing mavens, whoever they are, behind the current Harry Potter Movie advertising blitz. No, “blitz” isn’t really the right word. “Shitstorm” is more like it.

Yes, that’s definitely it, the Harry Potter Movie Shitstorm currently taking place everywhere I look.

No, make that the

**H A * R * R * Y *

P * O * T * T * E * R *

M * O * V * I * E *

MOTHEROFALLADVERTISINGMARKETINGSHITSTORMS***
And they’re making two more movies, no, three, no, four…
gggaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Well, thanks for allowing me to make the attempt, I don’t feel much better, but thanks, anyway…

[sub]wanders back out of thread with directionless anger still largely undirected[/sub]

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I remember some of the worst days of my life and I won’t bore you guys with the details. Fact is that some times life weighs a ton, but it’s your job as a man to bear it gracefully like a godamn suit of armor. You need to do that, and there are people who depend on you to do that. So do you have a choice?

And, IMHO, “directionless” anger is entirely appropriate, since sometimes trouble comes streaming in from all points of the compass including up your ass from the core of the earth.

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Truth. You don’t have much of a choice. This would really piss me off, if I wasn’t already hot enough to start a fire.

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Can I use this–

–as part of my sig?

That is beautiful. And true. Oy vey. I’m living it! :eek:

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Tranq, you need a vacation. I hear Afghanistan is lovely this time of year. Give my regards to ObL, would you? You seem to be in the right mood for it. And say howdy to the rest of the good ole boys in the Taliban while you’re there.

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That’ll work. You may hear about some human rights abuses, though. Don’t believe eveything you hear… just the bad stuff.

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Dude, get some chocolate and ice cream, mudpack your face, put on a bathrobe and watch Fried Green Tomatoes or other appropriate chick flick. You’ll find confrontation anywhere else. And when you are done, you can constructively direct all of your anger at me for making you waste your time doing something so incredibly stupid.

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Turbo Dog, you damn well hit it square on the head!

Mrs. Tranq and I have been like a couple of wet bobcats in small cage for the last couple of days. Well, after I signed off this morning, we took the traditional peace treaty: A ‘nooner’. Hell, if nothing else, it’d give me something to do with all this angry energy. After about an hour or so, we realized it’s that time.

I’ve got sympathetic PMS! [sub]That’s a first…![/sub]

OK, now this I can handle, now that I know what’s going on. Sorry, Lynn, I guess Unca’ Sam and friends will have to handle ObL & Co without me.

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All my anger is directionless. You sound normal to me.

Wait, you’re not me, are you? checks mirror suspiciously

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Good rant, but does anybody else find it ironic that somebody named Tranquilis is talking about killing ‘cute little puppies’?

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So, Tranquilis… How ya feeling today, sugar? :slight_smile:

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The way I see it both Tranquilis and CrankyAsAnOldMan seem to have some pent-up frustration issues.

Perhaps they should get together. Either or they will help each other work some of that out or they’ll bring about the end of the world as we know it.

It’s anybody’s guess as to what the outcome will be.

: Pulls up a chair :

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Cranky, have you sprouted a beard and curly black hair? Gotten nearsighted? If so, best you see an excorcist real soon… Or maybe get a new mirror?

Turbo, keep flirtin’ with me and I’ll turn my wife loose on you. She’s having the ‘painters’ in, so she’s more than a bit cranky right now… :wink:

Mermaid, Put Cranky and I together, and cosmologists are likely are likely to get first-hand (and very brief) look at the “big bang”. Your ringside seat may provide spectacular view, but it’s likely to get a mite bit warm…

Actually, now that I can put a name to what’s eating me, I’ve got a handle on it.