Tuesday, February 3, 2009


broken glass
Originally uploaded by cdw9

Well, I wrote something finally. Not exactly what I usually write, but I've been told to write about my emotions. So whoop-dee-dee. I wrote about my emotions.

You know that feeling, right? The one where you honestly couldn't care less if you chuck a priceless Ming Dynasty vase at the wall? The one where calling a person every swearword ever used and a thousand unused ones isn't enough? The one where you could punch through a thick wooden door? The one where you wouldn't feel bad about ripping your oldest teddy bear's leg off?
Come on, you have to know this feeling.
ANGER, for those who are a bit on the slow side. Fury. Rage. Outrage. Pissed the hell off.
And you know the funny part about it is, anger is more often than not induced by those you care the most about.

I am going to write a small follow up on this about honesty (the pros and cons)
The day before my birthday is a wonderful day to get in a fight.....



Josh said...

Happy birthday for tomorrow?
And I do indeed know the feeling, and I've done a few of the things mentioned. Now though, I try to use the 'woosah' technique from Bad Boys... works sometimes :)

_we_the_pieces_ said...

haha. so does hitting the crap out of a softball.

Inkpot said...

Happy Birthday Molly, I hope you had a good one. You described anger very well. I know that white hot frustration and rage very well. I used to take it out on a roll of Christmas wrapping paper - swinging it against the wall until it was tiny pieces of coloured confetti. It was fun. :)

Sacha van Straten said...

Happy birthday Molly.

Keep cool. Keep writing.


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