Movement

Movement

Friday, April 17, 2015

I'm kind of filled with anger. I'm not sure why I'm angry; just angry. Not that rage kind of anger where you want to throw things or jam a #2 pencil into someone's eye. Just that mellow bitterness towards all people with a face. It has been a long week and maybe I've simply had my fill of people and things. Do you think that is possible? What is the cure...bury my head in a hole with my other ostrich pals. They probably do that because they are angry too. Think about it. They are called a bird, yet are unable to fly and their brain is like the size of a walnut. Now I see why that hole looks so inviting.

Anyway, I guess I just need to vent. I know that my life is pretty damn good compared to many, so I really dislike it when I get into one of these moods. What the hell do I really have to complain about or be angry at? Nothing really. I guess I'm just full at the moment and need to chill and just BE. I didn't sleep but a few hours last night and I am too damn old to not sleep. It makes me cranky and thus I feel angry. Maybe I should use the word ambivalent instead of angry. I just don't care - I have no feelings for anyone. The dog, maybe, until she takes a dump in my garage because she has some anxiety issue about being left alone and is stubborn as hell. She is like the kid who acts out simply to garner attention - mind you it is negative attention, but it is still attention. My dog is like that. She makes me so angry sometimes! How shitty of a dog owner am I? In less than 2 full paragraphs, I have thrown my ambivalence onto my dog (as she sleeps at the foot of my desk) without the ability to defend herself or explain her neuroses to me.

That just makes me angry!  

#headinahole