There is something about being angry that drives me to exhaustion. If I am angry about something for long enough I feel like I just ran a marathon and nearly pass out at the end of the day. Some people will let things bother them; I let those same thing infuriate me. I hate them all day long with such intensity that I can skip my evening workout, I’ve already burned just as many calories being angry.
We had an interesting conversation the yesterday about me being a jerk and we all came to the concensus that I hoped we would. Everyone thinks that I am a jerk (a fact I am well aware of) and they realize that my animosity is directed at everyone equally. I hate everyone the same just because I like to see people squirm. Yes, I am a sick sadistic bastard because I want to watch them writhe in their chairs while I yell at them. I want to see if they will really do anything because aside from the drunk ones, nobody has tried anything but half assed attempts at come backs. They are talking to one mean angry ass who has nothing better to do that taunt others so their replies are always wastes of air and time.
Yes, I take out my own problems on others because I am not able to deal with them myself. When I figure things out I’ll be happier than Ronald McDonald. Have you ever seen that guy sad? I don’ think so! Those giant sodas with all of that caffiene prevents him from sleeping and feeling bad so he never sleeps and is never sad. There is also that whole makeup thing going on with the smile permanently plastered to his face but thats a different story all together. I had to beat them to death with thier own shoes.
wow… went a long way for that reference that nobody will understand
Tags: bad, hate, sleep, war, work, workout
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