"Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share? They'd climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret..." -Tak, 2046
This is my tree with its hole carved sitting on top of a mountain.
I'm an asshole. That's my secret. I am misanthropic, I hate everyone. The kicker is that secretly I hate myself.
Today was not a good day. Not a shining moment for me. I sped over to my car dealership at the last minute to see if they could figure out what was wrong with my nav system...this place has the most obscene parking lot in the universe. On top of that, I accidentally parked in the handicapped parking spot so I had to move my car twice. The second time I was stuck behind people in a car, while waiting for this woman to get out...I didn't know what they were doing at first, just seemed like they were sitting there in the parking lot...in the way. I honked lightly, not too much. I honked twice though. Then the old lady comes up to me and trys to talk to me threw the window but I'm shaking my head and mouthing at her to leave me alone and go away. I can't deal with it.
Later she comes in to the garage, calling me sir and stuff, telling me about how she's on chemotherapy and she doesn't move very quickly and she was stuck in between two kids trying to get out of the car. It's all I can do not to scream. I just want to die, right there. I'm still not clear on why she was even there in the first place. It's like the universe is teaching me a lesson...this whole month has been full of lessons. Maybe I should just kill myself and get it over with.
M. has been telling me that I need to let go of my anger. I don't even know how. I feel like my anger protects me from harm, until things like this happen. Then I am just humiliated and I want to disappear. I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me forever.
So there it is, I'm an asshole.
I don't believe in letting go of anger, or seeing anger as "the problem". I think what we do with our anger is the issue--and what generates it to begin with. My anger is a wise teacher--it lets me know when something unjust is going down.
ResponderEliminarI learned this primarily from Audre Lorde.
I adore Audre Lorde.
EliminarAnd bell hooks.
Also, Lisa Weiner-Mahfuz...and the list goes on.
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