I woke up this morning seriously pissed off. I didn’t really know why, but I figured after a nice cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal I would be good. Unfortunately, I was out of milk so no cereal, and I drank way too much coffee on an empty stomach so I was feeling queasy by the time I got to school for work. Things spiraled down from there as I had a new project waiting for me at work which pisses me off because I seem to be the only research assistant that actually does research. The rest just sit around doing their homework. So I stayed grumpy and became even more irritable as the day wore on.
By the time I got home around 5pm I was bristling with anger, and I told neverbesocial that if there was a baby in front of me I would punch it in the throat. (I have to clarify that statement, however, as most babies would probably melt my heart–like the sap I am–but I would have seriously thought about punching an ugly baby in the throat.) Be that as it may I kept getting more angry because I couldn’t figure out why I was so angry all day long. Then I took a look at my calendar and saw what day it was. Today is March 19th and it is–along with the 20th–the anniversary of the invasion of Iraq. I quickly realized that that was why I was pissed all day, even though I didn’t realize the significance of the day until after about 9 hours of being a real grinch. I guess my body is just on its own program.
Like I said everything started to make sense after that, but I ended up getting more pissed off because I was thinking about how I hate these wars and how I can’t wait for them to be over and for the troops to come home. I also was pissed at myself for being such a whiny complaining bitch because someone had the audacity to ask me to do my job, whilst there are other people over in Iraq and Afghanistan separated from their families performing a thankless arduous job. I decided that it was time to hit the gym and go for a run to burn off all of my anger. I went to the gym and really killed myself. Running whilst angry is great; anger is one of the best motivators out there. After a good two hours at the gym I was feeling really good and as I was walking home and just as I was getting ready to cross the street I noticed that there was like 3 cars at each stop sign waiting for me. I figured I’d be a nice guy and jog across the street so that these people could get on their way quicker. Bad idea. This is the first time something like this has ever happened to me. I took two steps and both legs cramped up and locked themselves in a bent position. I came crashing down in the middle of the street in absolute anguish. I managed to get up and hop to the sidewalk where I laid on the ground writhing for the next 5 minutes as cars drove by staring at me like I was a circus freak. To make matters worse some people on the other side of the street were walking by and had seen the whole thing and were laughing their asses off. Salt in the wound.