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Holy shit man, that was kinda scary.
I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I have had, in the past, some issues with episodes of rage where I actually kinda lose it. Normally I'm a pretty easy going guy, but it seems that sometimes, something gets a hold of me. My nickname used to be Rage-a-holic. Fortunately, over the years, I've learned to control myself extremely well. However, although much less frequent, I still have an episode once in a while.
Here's a perfect, but extreme example. I just walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. First, I notice that the cat has opened the screen door. Then, I notice there are two flies buzzing around my kitchen. Then I notice that the ants we thought we got rid of a few weeks ago, are back in full force, and all over my kitchen. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I'm a bit of a clean freak, and that insects, especially in my house, get me more than slightly irritated. So, I'm standing there surveying, and absorbing all this, when I feel this tide come over me. It's like being suddenly flooded with black toxic liquid that seeps in through my feet and fills me up. I was completely and irrationally angry and felt like I was going to literally explode. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. This was the worst I've remembered it.
Fortunately, I was able to check myself. I cleaned up the ants as calmly as possible, cleaned the counters, killed a fly, grabbed a beer, and went out to the garage to smoke a bowl. I still feel all cranked up, but at least the THC is taking it down a couple of notches.
I wouldn't normally tell people on the internet something like this, but I feel okay doing it here since I've known many of you for so long now. Hopefully you don't think I'm a freak or something.
I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I have had, in the past, some issues with episodes of rage where I actually kinda lose it. Normally I'm a pretty easy going guy, but it seems that sometimes, something gets a hold of me. My nickname used to be Rage-a-holic. Fortunately, over the years, I've learned to control myself extremely well. However, although much less frequent, I still have an episode once in a while.
Here's a perfect, but extreme example. I just walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. First, I notice that the cat has opened the screen door. Then, I notice there are two flies buzzing around my kitchen. Then I notice that the ants we thought we got rid of a few weeks ago, are back in full force, and all over my kitchen. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I'm a bit of a clean freak, and that insects, especially in my house, get me more than slightly irritated. So, I'm standing there surveying, and absorbing all this, when I feel this tide come over me. It's like being suddenly flooded with black toxic liquid that seeps in through my feet and fills me up. I was completely and irrationally angry and felt like I was going to literally explode. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. This was the worst I've remembered it.
Fortunately, I was able to check myself. I cleaned up the ants as calmly as possible, cleaned the counters, killed a fly, grabbed a beer, and went out to the garage to smoke a bowl. I still feel all cranked up, but at least the THC is taking it down a couple of notches.
I wouldn't normally tell people on the internet something like this, but I feel okay doing it here since I've known many of you for so long now. Hopefully you don't think I'm a freak or something.
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