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[caddyman]

I have spent a large portion of today spitting tacks. I quite often get annoyed and/or frustrated with what’s going on here, but I rarely get angry about anything.

Today has been different. On top of the usual work annoyances, which have had me grumbling about the dismal performance of people who should know better (but nothing new, so I don’t intend to chronicle them here), I find myself in the unusual and uncomfortable position of finding that had I had one of my friends here to speak to face to face, I should have vented the full force of my ire and things would have probably been said that would best be left unsaid and a longstanding friendship may well have been nuked irreparably on the back of it.

Only about three, or perhaps four of my friends have ever witnessed me get truly angry to the point where I have to isolate myself from humanity for long enough to cool down. I am told I can be quite unnerving when the mood comes upon me, so I’m glad it’s rare, but my usual equanimity came perilously close to boiling over this morning.

And I wasn’t even close to losing my temper, it was directed anger. My temper been caged for over forty years and I have no intention of letting it out anytime soon. Happily, I find that when I pin my demons to the written page, they whither and die comparatively quickly as a rule (though on occasion they need a second or third set of staples to stop them squirming). Today is not one of those days; the demon is dead.

…and relax.

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[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Come to think of it, I don't think I can remember ever seeing you boiling mad.