No good reason

 Yeah, no good reason.

Well, ok I suppose there are causes.

Minor causes

but they are offending me.

As such, the sensible me says there’s no good reason for it.

 

Yet, here I am…

Just fuming…

Steaming…

One big ol’ pile o’ crap doing my best to put on a nice face to anyone who speaks to me.

I’m not really making the effort I will occasionally do otherwise to speak to others.  Fuck’em.

I just wanna grab my keyboard and SMASH SMASH SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Anger is disgusting and I am one huge putrid mess of it at the moment.

 

I suppose this is probably a sign that I tend to bury my negative thoughts rather than positively get rid of them(if such a thing really exists…)

When this sort of thing shows up under what should be trivial bothers.

There’s my apple.  Wouldn’t that be awesome to pick up and throw and make EXPLODE on something?!

Realistically?  I can’t throw for crap and it wouldn’t do much other than thud unless I hit something like a flat panel.  And then I’d have to deal with everyone and pay for a monitor.  (and a keyboard if I smash that).

No, I don’t normally ever do that sort of thing.

But it is the normal male rage that shows up every now and then.  Those are the thoughts.

Lucky me I have the sensible side that steps in and says "Don’t you dare!  You KNOW you’ll regret that to no end!"

And no, this doesn’t carry towards people.  They might supremely anger me, but I don’t envision hitting them or anything.  That just violates all sorts of primary rules in my psyche.

Then again, I suppose I am still reciprocal so if someone started physically attacking me, I’d have little trouble returning the favor…

Whatever.

It’s almost time to ditch this popstand and then I think most of this steaming pile should dissipate with it.