Mad or sad?

I haven't been mad enough to bring tears for several years. In fact, I very seldom get angry these days, beyond the "GUH ANGST PUNCH WALL" stage. I guess it's because nobody fucks with me anymore, for some reason. Maybe it's just because I'm more mature. Who knows.

But back in the day when people used to fuck with me all the time, I would get so angry I would shake, and then cry while beating the everloving snot out of them a la "A Christmas Story" (most of the time). It's quite shameful really, not being in control, but damn if I didn't feel better afterwards.

I kind of wish somebody would do something to warrant my anger now, because it's always a helluva stress reliever. Of course, nowadays I guess I'd be sitting in jail rather than detention.

Jam it back in, in the dark.