Angerrrrr

I realized tonight that when I'm angry - really angry and frustrated - I get the urge to break things. I don't actually do it, but oh, I want to. My eyes search the room for something to smash, or throw, or better yet, throw something into at which point the destination object will smash. I'm not sure, though, whether I want to break things simply for the grim satisfaction that the destruction would bring, or whether it stems from a desire to cause a scene. I suspect that what I really want is to shock everyone with the depth of my anger, which somehow seems more theatrical than badass. Of course, don't bring that up if I'm really pissed, or you might theatrically wind up with a lamp launched at your computer.

It's also interesting that the only times I can ever remember being that angry are at home. Home-home, where I grew up, with my family. It happens pretty rarely, especially now that I'm no longer a teenager and don't live there, but I can't think of a single time when I've felt that way outside of Kenosha. It's kind of amazing, and a little unsettling.

On a more cheerful note, in 24 hours we should be landing in Oakland!