anger is sexy when we control it…like, when we’re on the brink of losing it…like…the ultimate brink where if just one more exhilarating cord snaps…a flame will ignite that would burn the whole side of the earth…off. sexy comes in when we…pull back…regroup…and deal.
am i angry? hm, i’d have to say that i’d describe my shade of anger as a sexy lavender. nothing hysterical, nothing vicious…more annoyed…yeah, more bothered. a bothered blushy sexy lavender. and to be honest, i know that anger feels good and is therapeudic and normal and natural. i know that all my best poetry comes from falling prey to the biggest, most silliest, most dramatic of angry thoughts. that’s the sexy part.
i got in to work this morning…a tuesday after a holiday of sun&fun…my coworker got in much later than i. so the only good morning i ushered was to the lady over. when my other coworker got in…the lady i said ‘good morning’ to said, ‘i’m glad you’re here, she’s not much of a talker. she’s too quiet.’ i guess she didn’t realize i’m not a fan of self-absorbed BS…the first seconds i got into the office she told me she was still sick and got a new car. firstly, my dear, we don’t really exchange pleasantries a whole bunch but i respect you and we’re cordial. i’m just not captivated by YOU…let alone myself, but if you’d like to talk about the weather, i’m down. it was something in the way that she said what she did that was snide. rubbed me the wrong way. maybe because my environment is BORG-like corporate america, we’re all supposed to fit in a box somehow. eff you and the box you rode in on. lol. now if she would have asked me how my weekend was…well maybe i’d dish. blah. who cares…
who cares…and why am i angry? shouldn’t i be, people are vastly suffering with health issues, diseases, poverty, war…and i’m angry? i shouldn’t be…but i so am…
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