Look: I am a extremely forgiving person, and I try my best to not go balistic on most things, but there is a line I have to draw and its been crossed by a realitvly minor thing today. Namely this: There is a HUGE difference in-between just "breaking" a car door handle, and ripping it out entirely. Now, at first this seems realitively minor, right? Wrong. Now, I have the problem of rolling down the window, oppening the door, and rolling it back up. This is a task tantrumount of insanity for me. Especially when I first realized how it was done, and went to work in the pouring rain, rolled down the window buffeted by rain, opened it against the winds, and rolled it up as the insides of my car and myself were soaked. If that were not enough, it just reminds me how I am trapped in the united states even more, fueling my already high level of despair, to even more sorrow filled highets. Now the tedium of dealing with driving 60 miles of work is filled with a metaphorical and philospical borderline of schizophrenia. Fantastic. So, I am so tempted to explode at her in the morning to tell her what kind of Sisyphus boulder she has placed in my path, to let the full torment of my sorrow and despair of not being free and the entrapment I seek freedom of, upon her, but I am going to find as many video games I can burn my anger into, and watch some happy japanese dramas to hopefully calm me. I shall admit one thing, my sin in life is Pride, and once my pride has been trampled my wrath is hard to tame.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 05:25:33 +0000
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