Tag: anger

There’s Something Better Than Crushed Ice?

Yes, they occur naturally, and instead of ice pellets they should be called "God's free candy." But, seriously, don't eat them from the ground. You'll get worms.

I usually try to tackle heavy subjects like fear, depression, loss, anger and shame.

Tonight, however, I’d like to go deeper.

I was talking to a friend recently about my theory that people who click the “non-crushed” ice button on their refrigerators have horrible self-esteem. First off, if you don’t like chewing on ice you’ve obviously never chewed on ice. It’s delectable. It’s not subjective, as ice has no flavor. And you like chewing, right? You do it all day. Now, you might not like chewing on canned tuna or Whoppers (both are terrible), but even if you do, I can’t use that to judge your psychological well-being. I believe you just have shitty taste and your buds are really whacked out of alignment. But you’re not nuts, necessarily. READ MORE

Anger Started This Blog

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For the past year (abouts) I’ve been blogging regularly. I’d like to talk about what has changed for me. Please indulge.

This time last year I attended a party thrown by my friend for his girlfriend Kelly. She’s an actress and was heading off to NYC to try to do the professional acting thing. Her plan was to give it a year. I wrote about anger yesterday  and it reminded me that at that party I felt a low-level anger toward Kelly. READ MORE

Anger Can Be A Real Hoot!

I looked like this guy except I have hair and less defined pectoral muscles.

I came home seething mad.

The whole bike ride from work I could feel something powerful. A slow warmth seemed to spread the faster I pedaled. I was listening to my regular music and podcasts and nothing obvious was instigating this sensation. Ironically, the harder I pushed myself on the bike path the more intense the warmth became. This surge of powerful energy kept rising. I didn’t think much about it, as I notice some version of this on most Fridays. I was forward thinking to the burrito I would purchase and the Doctor Who I was going to watch. These are exciting thoughts to me. But this time the energy was more intense than usual. READ MORE

Being Grateful For Stuff – Let’s Get Fixed

Last Sunday a bunch of us committed to finally getting that thing done we’ve been putting off.

Time to check in to see how badly you failed! Or succeeded. Whatever.

And we’re going to set a new goal – so if you’re new to the site, get ready to become more awesome. READ MORE

I’m A Shit To My Girlfriend

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, cat. Getting mad and screaming at that toy is a totally useful thing to do.

I was talking to Jessica last night and she had asked how therapy went earlier that morning.

Well, you know how the night before I was mad at you because I thought you weren’t paying enough attention to the television?

She remembered.  It’s hard to forget your boyfriend nearly yelling at you for keeping you eyes on your plate of food instead of up at the television.  I am so nuts I literally watched her watching the tv.  I counted twenty seconds of her staring at the plate without looking up.  For some reason this was totally unacceptable. READ MORE

I Wrote What YOU Told Me – Part III

The cigarette makes his baby BMs unpredictable.

If you don’t know what this is, then  read the part I post  which will explain.

Then  read yesterday’s post  for round two.

Ahem…

I am a really super great qualified candidate for this job. I get totally fired up about stuff, which is motivating for others. I show up early and will do the late thing, too. I eat at my desk, but quietly and without weird smells. My bathroom behavior is tolerable. I don’t need WhiteOut, because I don’t make mistakes. Hire me at your own risk – I’M EXPLOSIVE. READ MORE

Pets Die

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My girlfriend’s cat is dying.

The vet has given her three months.  They found a bunch of tumors in Muchie’s abdomen and think that this is a terminal situation.  She also has had diabetes for years.  When Jessica visited me for three weeks this summer she drove up from Atlanta with both her cat and dog.  She couldn’t leave the cat by herself because sometimes she doesn’t drink enough water and needs fluids.  Plus, you have to test her blood sugar and all of that. READ MORE

I Nearly Punched My Cat Tonight

I swear to you, this was the exact position I was in.

I’m not proud of this.  But thirty minutes ago, I nearly punched my cat.

I definitely have anger issues.  When something goes wrong in certain ways, I react with a fight-or-flight mentality.  I remember once during Hell Week at my fraternity, after only fifty minutes of sleep the first night, some members came into the place I was sleeping and banged on pots and pans.  I jumped up (they told me), and I took a fighting stance as if I was ready to attack.  I was asleep and didn’t remember. READ MORE

Our Show Last Weekend

This is a face and panty melter. (just wanted to write that sentence)

In the last post I wrote about how my girlfriend flew in and I showed up at the wrong airport.   Our band was scheduled to go on stage soon after that, and she had to take the subway with her luggage to the club.   Very romantic.

Last year I bought a Rivera amp from the 80s.  I always wanted an amp that I would never need to replace.   This was an expensive purchase.   Next to my car it’s probably the most valuable thing I own. READ MORE