My mind just shot itself in the face…
I’ve come to a wonderful realization today. Which also happens to be a particularly ball-shattering one, considering that what I’m about to write makes me FUBAR-ed out of this galaxy. And that is that I’ve only gotten truly angry on a very limited number of occasions. And for that matter, no one has actually seen me throw a tantrum the size of God’s balls TWICE in their life (except for my dad at least). For spatial and temporal reasons we shall refer to the above as “THE Tantrum” from now on. Notice the capitalization on the “t” in tantrum, if you will.
Another fact I’ve realized is that THE Tantrum hasn’t visited me in a while. And by a while, I mean about a few years worth of time. Ok, maybe that’s not entirely true, it’s actually been almost a year now. God, I feel like I’m in an AA meeting. “It’s been 2 months since my last shot of tequila. I’m on a shaky road, but I’ll get there.” says the guy in the yellow sweatshirt in the back of the room, his only distinctive feature being a name-tag with the word “Cleetus” written on it.
Either way, I had actually forgotten how THE Tantrum felt. I knew it was bad when it happened but, you know, I just wondered exactly how it felt the last time. It was like a speck of dust forgotten somewhere amidst the sand dunes of my mind. It felt pointless and stupid to search for it, but I did anyway.
Ooooh boy, and did I find it. HELL YEAH!!! The sudden rush of blood, the explosion of rage all culminated in a beautiful serenade of dismissive “hmpf”s. Now I know how it felt before. It felt awesome. It felt exhilarating. It felt thrilling.
I’ll probably regret part of what I said, but that doesn’t take away from just how good THE Tantrum feels. And the sensation of alleviation it provides afterwards is the very definition of apotheosis. For some reason, I just wanted to convey what I felt in writing, so as to not lose it somewhere in the depths of my memory again. And I probably won’t remember it too soon, because like I said in the title, my mind just shot itself in the face….
It’s gonna take a while for it to recover from THE Tantrum.
Peace out.
Well, my friend, I’m gonna quote one of my favourite band:
Oh, and another thing I found out wandering around in my life: don’t worry about the people that haven’t made it into your present; there are reasons why they remain in the past. (I dunno if this actually apply in your case, but hey! It’s a nice motto)
Cleetus?
)) aa..you crack me up