Fuck that shit. Being the bigger person is nice in theory, but sucks in practice. All those "martyrs" die in the end.
I hate my neighbors they spit everywhere which is very annoying and just plain nasty. But even more irksome, they make a huge production out of it. They purposely go outside and make all kind of getting ready to hock a lugie noise and proceed to do so. Several times in a row. At different intervals throughout the day. They are disgusting and I am going to get revenge somehow. Eggs anyone?
That would be petty. Perhaps I should call someone's probation officer? Nah. That's overkill. Sigh what shall I do with my anger? Pray? Meditate? Is this a pop quiz from God checking to see how much I can tolerate. Sigh. Reading over this sounds crazy. But we all know I am certified crazy. I don't have to act on all those impulses though.
Cool. Journaling helps stave off crazy actions.
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