Raw Anger

I am not a violent person. In fact I despise any non-rational conflict. Yet today, filled with rage over various US election results, I find myself wanting to lash out at something - someone - anything.

Will this blog help this anguish? Perhaps - but not this very moment. The thoughts and emotions haven’t crystalized into fluent words just yet. Insert a silent scream here - I’m currently in the library.

Hopefully other friends are dealing with this better than I at the moment.

 

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3 responses

  1. Lady Claudia says:


    I feel your pain. However, at this point, I am beyond the anger. I am absolutely devastated. I told my husband that I wanted a tissue for Kerry’s speech to concede and a bed pan for Bush’s stutters of victory. I simply turned off the radio for the latter. Never could stand to listen to that ignoramus quack and smirk. I feel my face melt, I grow weary, just envisioning another half decade of W polluting the news, my life, the world. I am a weakling too emotionally exhausted to dust off my riot gear as I threatened to do. Gee, maybe I could be elected to high ranking government offices if I would only “stand firm” and bust up some faces and property like my gut reaction tells me to do. I know of some ass I’d like to kick (hey, if our honorable leader uses vocabulary like that, it must be polite and ethical - manners to exude moral values)!


  2. This morning I spontaneously named my bagel “George’s Ass” before taking a very aggressive bite out of it. Unfortunately that did nothing to ease my anger, let alone make my bagel taste any better.


  3. Since Black Tuesday, I haven’t been able to compose complete sentences that sufficiently express my inner turmoil, my utter angst. I’ve just been desperately reading those forged by others. Yesterday I mostly practiced denial and avoidance. This morning I woke up to the raw anger– the yammering voice of George W. Bush taunted me from the clock radio. I pounded it until my hand smarted, thrust my face into the pillow and fell back into a shallow, disturbed sleep.

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