What to do with my OBSCENE RAGE?
I will ramble now. Had a pretty great day...the beach...in Hoboken. Yup, there's a beach there. A small one, but a genuine beach...hidden for years until redevelopment recently. Went to bed at dawn, yet wasn't that tired. A throng of 8th graders came by, goofing off, even throwing a football over my head AND hitting me with it at one point...but none of this really bothered me. I found it all kinda amusing. My point is how good my mood was. Then I went for a long walk along the water, shirtless because, well, why NOT while I can I still inspire envy? And I wasn't ALWAYS so free with the shirtless thing...hideous teen that I was. So it's fun.
THEN I get home after all that...learn Tim Russert's dead. WHAT?!?! Now I wasn't a HUGE fan or anything...but I liked him. And no matter what you thought of him, he was a huge PRESENCE on television today. Not to mention only 58. And now he's dead. Suddenly. No warning. And this jarred me. Ruined my mood. I've already had one death this week, someone I actually knew well. I'm trying to get beyond the Death Dwelling. Now it's back. I'm sick of death. Can I PLEASE go one FUCKING year sans wake and/or funeral?!
I decided last night I will SWIM tonight! I had this whole day planned out. Sunning, water, swimming. Haven't gone swimming in 2 months. SO...an hour ago, I left to go swimming at the Stevens pool. And my rage began...as I had death and the preciousness of time weighing on my mind. And as my rages grows, I'm thinking of the tug of war going on here...ENRAGED by people wasting my time...but worrying that I'M gonna drop suddenly dead from a heart attack while still in my prime DUE to these UNSPEAKABLY infuriating dolts. And I REALLY don't know what to do. HOW many times can I utter the words CUNT, TWAT, and endless variations of FUCK?! I say them so much they've almost lost their power. Almost. I can't fucking stand it, though...people wasting my time.
And here's what the issue was...this dumb fucking young bitch making me catch not one, but TWO lights on my way to the pool. Four young chicks in the car...likely from the suburbs, likely doing their weekly drawn-like-a-magnet migration to Hoboken to behave like dumb drunken sluts at the same old dumb fucking bars. Likely doing the same completely non-savvy and non-urbane hunt for a parking space. I HATE YOU FUCKING SUBURBAN DOLTS! STAY THE FUCK IN MORRISTOWN!!!!!!
Sadly, it's impossible to recreate the reasoning for my rage in print, but again, seriously, she was moving SO slowly that TWO lights turned red that BOTH of us should've been able to go through easily. She then proceeded to go the length of Sinatra Drive at 15 mph. FIFTEEN MPH!! The speed limit is 35mph. I wanted SO badly to slam into her and push her violently into the Hudson. I'm NOT kidding. I won't even add what other thoughts I had, but they're EVIL. I felt like crying. I was screaming in the car, wildly gesticulating, wildly tailgating her. To no avail. No pulling over on her part. No speeding up. She then got me stuck at a THIRD light. I'm spent. I'm done. I just don't know what to do. I VALUE MY TIME ON THIS EARTH...DOES NO ONE ELSE?! Waiting pointlessly at lights is so OBSCENELY unnecessary. Tick, tock...la, di, dah...here we are, sitting at a light...isn't this fun? We have ALL the time in the world! We're all living till we're 150! "OH, WE'LL GET THERE...WHAT'S ANOTHER 5 MINUTES?" If one more FUCKING person tells me that, i'm gonna knock their teeth down their throat.
There is NO solution to this. None. That's what's so vexing. Well, here's a solution...don't leave the house. Or if I do, never drive. Or move to Montana where there's more speeding and surely less dumb whorish cunts from the suburbs slowing me down.
It's at this time, I feel compelled (AGAIN) to say this...1) I do NOT drive like a maniac and 2) I'm NOT this unstable, angry person. Well, OK, i'm angry, but justifiably. My point is that I hate how I come across after I write these things, or even after some people get a first impression of me in person. And as for driving, I drive REASONABLY and smartly...and am aware if someone's on my ass. I don't go 90mph. God, now I wanna erase this whole blog, but I just don't know what else to do. I've now wasted ANOTHER hour on this DUMB FUCKING CUNT who's now giggling with her whore clit pals and doesn't know me from Adam. I'm so fucking fed up it's not even funny. I hate everyone. WHY was I born smarter than most?! I'm DOOMED to be edged closer daily to a heart attack...despite the fact that I really, seriously, honestly am the MOST laid back person on earth. Sadly, most are too dumb to realize that. OK, i'll end this blog now, as there's only so many ways I can say i'm bright and everyone else is a moron.
Actually, I really wanna say this to sum it all up...I really do equate sitting at a red light with death. It's time ticking away. EVERY time you sit at one. Adding up. Every day, week, month, year. THINK about that. And while I get that we need lights, to sit at them NEEDLESSLY is what grates. So, dear morons who can't drive, why don't you value your fucking life a bit more? And press that thing called a foot down just a bit harder on the gas pedal when you see the "don't walk" sign flashing. What's the reason you WOULDN'T? REALLY, TELL ME. I have no doubt I'll be laughed at by the idiot masses, who'll have some "snappy" retort about how light-sitting should be the LEAST of my time-wasting worries. But you're wrong, and i'm right. And that's the way it is. YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOTS.
THEN I get home after all that...learn Tim Russert's dead. WHAT?!?! Now I wasn't a HUGE fan or anything...but I liked him. And no matter what you thought of him, he was a huge PRESENCE on television today. Not to mention only 58. And now he's dead. Suddenly. No warning. And this jarred me. Ruined my mood. I've already had one death this week, someone I actually knew well. I'm trying to get beyond the Death Dwelling. Now it's back. I'm sick of death. Can I PLEASE go one FUCKING year sans wake and/or funeral?!
I decided last night I will SWIM tonight! I had this whole day planned out. Sunning, water, swimming. Haven't gone swimming in 2 months. SO...an hour ago, I left to go swimming at the Stevens pool. And my rage began...as I had death and the preciousness of time weighing on my mind. And as my rages grows, I'm thinking of the tug of war going on here...ENRAGED by people wasting my time...but worrying that I'M gonna drop suddenly dead from a heart attack while still in my prime DUE to these UNSPEAKABLY infuriating dolts. And I REALLY don't know what to do. HOW many times can I utter the words CUNT, TWAT, and endless variations of FUCK?! I say them so much they've almost lost their power. Almost. I can't fucking stand it, though...people wasting my time.
And here's what the issue was...this dumb fucking young bitch making me catch not one, but TWO lights on my way to the pool. Four young chicks in the car...likely from the suburbs, likely doing their weekly drawn-like-a-magnet migration to Hoboken to behave like dumb drunken sluts at the same old dumb fucking bars. Likely doing the same completely non-savvy and non-urbane hunt for a parking space. I HATE YOU FUCKING SUBURBAN DOLTS! STAY THE FUCK IN MORRISTOWN!!!!!!
Sadly, it's impossible to recreate the reasoning for my rage in print, but again, seriously, she was moving SO slowly that TWO lights turned red that BOTH of us should've been able to go through easily. She then proceeded to go the length of Sinatra Drive at 15 mph. FIFTEEN MPH!! The speed limit is 35mph. I wanted SO badly to slam into her and push her violently into the Hudson. I'm NOT kidding. I won't even add what other thoughts I had, but they're EVIL. I felt like crying. I was screaming in the car, wildly gesticulating, wildly tailgating her. To no avail. No pulling over on her part. No speeding up. She then got me stuck at a THIRD light. I'm spent. I'm done. I just don't know what to do. I VALUE MY TIME ON THIS EARTH...DOES NO ONE ELSE?! Waiting pointlessly at lights is so OBSCENELY unnecessary. Tick, tock...la, di, dah...here we are, sitting at a light...isn't this fun? We have ALL the time in the world! We're all living till we're 150! "OH, WE'LL GET THERE...WHAT'S ANOTHER 5 MINUTES?" If one more FUCKING person tells me that, i'm gonna knock their teeth down their throat.
There is NO solution to this. None. That's what's so vexing. Well, here's a solution...don't leave the house. Or if I do, never drive. Or move to Montana where there's more speeding and surely less dumb whorish cunts from the suburbs slowing me down.
It's at this time, I feel compelled (AGAIN) to say this...1) I do NOT drive like a maniac and 2) I'm NOT this unstable, angry person. Well, OK, i'm angry, but justifiably. My point is that I hate how I come across after I write these things, or even after some people get a first impression of me in person. And as for driving, I drive REASONABLY and smartly...and am aware if someone's on my ass. I don't go 90mph. God, now I wanna erase this whole blog, but I just don't know what else to do. I've now wasted ANOTHER hour on this DUMB FUCKING CUNT who's now giggling with her whore clit pals and doesn't know me from Adam. I'm so fucking fed up it's not even funny. I hate everyone. WHY was I born smarter than most?! I'm DOOMED to be edged closer daily to a heart attack...despite the fact that I really, seriously, honestly am the MOST laid back person on earth. Sadly, most are too dumb to realize that. OK, i'll end this blog now, as there's only so many ways I can say i'm bright and everyone else is a moron.
Actually, I really wanna say this to sum it all up...I really do equate sitting at a red light with death. It's time ticking away. EVERY time you sit at one. Adding up. Every day, week, month, year. THINK about that. And while I get that we need lights, to sit at them NEEDLESSLY is what grates. So, dear morons who can't drive, why don't you value your fucking life a bit more? And press that thing called a foot down just a bit harder on the gas pedal when you see the "don't walk" sign flashing. What's the reason you WOULDN'T? REALLY, TELL ME. I have no doubt I'll be laughed at by the idiot masses, who'll have some "snappy" retort about how light-sitting should be the LEAST of my time-wasting worries. But you're wrong, and i'm right. And that's the way it is. YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOTS.
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