I am so fucking frustrated.
I thought I was dealing with this recurring situation calmly and matter-of-factly. Letting it roll right off, not letting it get to me. Not getting stressed out. Not taking it on personally. Everything's zen. Going with the flow and accepting what is and letting what will be, be.
Evidently that's not the case. I'm at the point where I have to acknowledge just how pissed off I am. I'm soooooooo fucking angry. So I'll vent. Surely it will help. See me assume a posture of great physical tension. Become alarmed by my threatening stature. Watch my eyebrows knit together in consternation, my face tighten up and lightning bolts shoot from my usually laughing green eyes. Observe as the steam billows out my of ears. I am The Hulk dammit! I am enraged!
You inconsiderate disrespectful self-centered arrogant ungrateful thoughtless non-email-answering non-phone-call-returning non-communicative asshole fucktard. Yeah. You know who you are. Kiss my ass, you impolite self-absorbed narcissistic twit.
Is losing it on one's blog preferable to losing it in the face of a real live human being? My preference would be neither. And if I'm going to lose it like that, it had better be in this realm. I can't imagine saying that out loud to a real live person. So since we're here and it's already out there, this choice is better than the alternative.
I'm so fucking mature.
Aren't you glad I'm not your mother?