What pissed you off today? Mark II

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Umm so yeah, about that change....

Loyalty is an incredible virtue. It seems like not enough people stick around long enough. (Like me in my past...)

Figuring out when sticking around just makes you stuck is the thing.

*points to my eyes then yours*

Love ya, cook.
 
^^^ At what point, though, do you know when to quit? When it comes to my heart, I tend to leave rather quickly. Left with my heart in hand, wondering what if I stayed?

You quit when that coldness from across the table begins to infect you as well. Take whatever semblance of affection you still retain, and salvage any good memories you had and go before they are overwritten by resentment.

Chances are, if you bolted early, it wasn't what you were looking for. Had it been, you would probably have had more patience and been possessed of a willingness to stick it out. You're smart enough to know what you want.

" I do believe everything leads you to where you need to end up. Even if it doesn't seem clear today."- cookiecat

I agree, looks good in quotes too :D
 
*points to my eyes then yours*

Love ya, cook.

Ha! I realize this isn't anything you don't know.

:heart:

You quit when that coldness from across the table begins to infect you as well. Take whatever semblance of affection you still retain, and salvage any good memories you had and go before they are overwritten by resentment.

Chances are, if you bolted early, it wasn't what you were looking for. Had it been, you would probably have had more patience and been possessed of a willingness to stick it out. You're smart enough to know what you want.

" I do believe everything leads you to where you need to end up. Even if it doesn't seem clear today."- cookiecat

I agree, looks good in quotes too :D

It took a long, long time to get to that point. Doesn't it always?!
 
I WANT that bath, but wonderful Aglaopheme, who sometimes posts in the garden thread on this board, that's HER bath:heart::heart:

She is a Preraphealite beauty and it seems fitting she should bathe so. I am a bath oil kind of gal for routine baths. Sometimes milk. Or salt. The cats like bubble bath the best, because they can flick stuff around. I also like bath bombs., which often DO have petals and glitter and junk in them. :D



I want a bath right now!

Occasionally my lovely friend will buy me LUSH bath bombs for no other reason than she loves me. I'll plan an evening, get the kids in bed, set up Netflix on my tablet and a glass of wine.


I want a bath too...
 
Anger feels like strength. I know it's not, but I pretend it is. It propels me more than sadness, which stops me and throws me down.

The Lou Ferrigno, old school Hulk?

No, older school Kirby Hulk: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tojXTh0JSgs/TtThGSZ-UmI/AAAAAAAAApE/-04S3rWx81Q/s1600/SCOOK_HulkBIG2.jpg

Yes, I get that. It's true. There is nothing like a good, self-righteous rage to propel you forward, release cortisol and make you feel as if you are fucking DOING something. Like, I compiled these venom-filled playlists and I haven't missed a day at the gym for almost a month, so there's that. Sadness propels me into a Cheezits box.

The problem is that a) I just can't sustain that (because I'm never as right as I want to be and I know it deep down) and b) I can't keep the Hulk in the containment area; he always ends up escaping, making things worse and hurting me and the other person.

It's normal that anger will arise with such contention and grieving, and it moves you forward. If I ever learn to find a shackle that can keep the green guy from fucking the whole city up, I would feel better.
 
No, older school Kirby Hulk: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tojXTh0JSgs/TtThGSZ-UmI/AAAAAAAAApE/-04S3rWx81Q/s1600/SCOOK_HulkBIG2.jpg

Yes, I get that. It's true. There is nothing like a good, self-righteous rage to propel you forward, release cortisol and make you feel as if you are fucking DOING something. Like, I compiled these venom-filled playlists and I haven't missed a day at the gym for almost a month, so there's that. Sadness propels me into a Cheezits box.

The problem is that a) I just can't sustain that (because I'm never as right as I want to be and I know it deep down) and b) I can't keep the Hulk in the containment area; he always ends up escaping, making things worse and hurting me and the other person.

It's normal that anger will arise with such contention and grieving, and it moves you forward. If I ever learn to find a shackle that can keep the green guy from fucking the whole city up, I would feel better.
I rarely get angry about anything but last time I did I drew a circle really carefully to get it as round as possible and that helped. Haven't got any long-term solutions though. :(
 
No, older school Kirby Hulk: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tojXTh0JSgs/TtThGSZ-UmI/AAAAAAAAApE/-04S3rWx81Q/s1600/SCOOK_HulkBIG2.jpg

Yes, I get that. It's true. There is nothing like a good, self-righteous rage to propel you forward, release cortisol and make you feel as if you are fucking DOING something. Like, I compiled these venom-filled playlists and I haven't missed a day at the gym for almost a month, so there's that. Sadness propels me into a Cheezits box.

The problem is that a) I just can't sustain that (because I'm never as right as I want to be and I know it deep down) and b) I can't keep the Hulk in the containment area; he always ends up escaping, making things worse and hurting me and the other person.

It's normal that anger will arise with such contention and grieving, and it moves you forward. If I ever learn to find a shackle that can keep the green guy from fucking the whole city up, I would feel better.

I don't know. Maybe it's different for women.
'Cause right now? I like it.
 
No, older school Kirby Hulk: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tojXTh0JSgs/TtThGSZ-UmI/AAAAAAAAApE/-04S3rWx81Q/s1600/SCOOK_HulkBIG2.jpg

Yes, I get that. It's true. There is nothing like a good, self-righteous rage to propel you forward, release cortisol and make you feel as if you are fucking DOING something. Like, I compiled these venom-filled playlists and I haven't missed a day at the gym for almost a month, so there's that. Sadness propels me into a Cheezits box.

The problem is that a) I just can't sustain that (because I'm never as right as I want to be and I know it deep down) and b) I can't keep the Hulk in the containment area; he always ends up escaping, making things worse and hurting me and the other person.

It's normal that anger will arise with such contention and grieving, and it moves you forward. If I ever learn to find a shackle that can keep the green guy from fucking the whole city up, I would feel better.

Anger is good. Therapeutic. Part of the mourning process whenever we lose anything that was important. The classic part of dealing with loss.

The trick is, keeping in touch with that subconscious logic that allows you to focus extreme emotions into appropriate channels. Art, hobbies, work, exercise, these are common things that can facilitate the expulsion of those seemingly overwhelming waves in a constructive manner that avoids personal/social collateral damage. Being mad is a good thing, it's only natural. I'd urge anyone not to bury things like that or shackle them. Doing that just tends to tinge an already bad situation with bitterness about feeling restricted or censored.

You handle shit as best you can, wait for yourself to return to some semblance of normal, and maybe find closure or some measure of peace. It beats the alternative, friend, trust me.
 
I just got bad news and I told the shit head I'm married to. Not only does he not care he blaintantly told me not to count on him for shit including comforting. I can not get this divorce fast enough.
 
I rarely get angry about anything but last time I did I drew a circle really carefully to get it as round as possible and that helped. Haven't got any long-term solutions though. :(

This is a strange and captivating response to this idea, and so, one befitting you, Consilience.

I don't know. Maybe it's different for women.
'Cause right now? I like it.

Oh, God no. I have raged the shit out of my day, my driving, my showering with extra-sandy apricot facial scrub until it made me bleed, my workday, my drink-pounding and most definitely beast mode at the gym where I have fucked up my shoulder because I have been lifting so hard. It all has felt great. Empowering, testosterone-amping. It's been helpful and perfectly necessary. Eventually though, I crash, or burn, or both. I can't live for a year in perpetual anger.

But you go! It's healthy and beautiful and no doubt warranted from what you've said and FUCK YEAH!!!

Anger is good. Therapeutic. Part of the mourning process whenever we lose anything that was important. The classic part of dealing with loss.

The trick is, keeping in touch with that subconscious logic that allows you to focus extreme emotions into appropriate channels. Art, hobbies, work, exercise, these are common things that can facilitate the expulsion of those seemingly overwhelming waves in a constructive manner that avoids personal/social collateral damage. Being mad is a good thing, it's only natural. I'd urge anyone not to bury things like that or shackle them. Doing that just tends to tinge an already bad situation with bitterness about feeling restricted or censored.

You handle shit as best you can, wait for yourself to return to some semblance of normal, and maybe find closure or some measure of peace. It beats the alternative, friend, trust me.

Totally wise. Yes. Losing anything you care that much about makes you angry. You don't go all Hulk over your forgotten MySpace or Friendster password. I have been angry at myself ("what if I'd done X or X?? I really was a careless shit about X. Would that have changed things??!?"), I've been angry at her ("WTF??? In the last year she's X and X, she broke up with me in a text, blah blah blah"), at the universe ("God, Supreme Deity, you are so overpaid.") and all of it has found refuge in a healthy anger. You know what breeds anger? Not only perceived injustice, but powerlessness. If you think you can't change things, you may get to acceptance, but fuck if anger doesn't feel like a perfect drinking buddy.

Years ago somebody introduced me to the acronym AFOG: "Another Fucking Opportunity for Growth".

Nice. Once, years ago my brother said something similar when I'd had a huge career setback: "You know, DGE [my brother always calls me DGE] this is what I've come to know as a 'learning experience.' And I can say from experience that they really, really suck.'" I've always remembered that.

I just got bad news and I told the shit head I'm married to. Not only does he not care he blaintantly told me not to count on him for shit including comforting. I can not get this divorce fast enough.

I'm so sorry for this. I hope that things will go easier for you as you move forward. Hang in there. :rose:
 
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I found out I missed a long-awaited trip by my sib's kids to my Mom's this AM... This after I went in on-&-off rain to one of them playing soccer earlier in the week.

That wasn't a problem (been telling myself I'll make every game this season), except I was sitting next to their sib, who messed themselves multiple times while sitting there. Still-younger sib was being fed by my sib, so messed one had to wait while younger was done eating, leaving me to taste an amazing burger but simultaneously smell something far worse.

I see ASPCA ads (& adoption cases) on TV all the time, but rarely have one of these scenarios remind me why I'm glad I have no kids or pets.
 
Driving an hour with my mom to see my dad
and he is still in bed.
We are outside at the beach now waiting for him to get dressed.

(He has MS)

Yay for the beach. Boo for him being in bed at 1:15.
 
Imma try that apricot scrub thing, DGE. It sounds so freeing.

I'm all for drink pounding with our new drinking buddy, rage.

Sitting around, faces freshly scrubbed, a little bloody, toasting our Bevmo sauvignon blanc to better days ahead.
 
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