I don't know why, but I'm feeling angry today. I'm angry about being gay. I'm angry that I can't go out and be gay. I'm fed up with my closet. I'm angry that my wife is teaching a quilting class tonight and leaving me home alone on a Friday night. I'm mad that I have to mow the lawn tonight. I'm tired of the heat and humidity. I'm angry with God. I'm angry with the world.Or, maybe I'm just frustrated.
Or, maybe I'm sad.
Perhaps I'm just being moody.
I don't know, I'm just feeling out of sorts today.
16 comments:
Ditto
Minus the wife and the kitting class thing.
Quilting class thing... sorry.
That's an awesome photo of a dog.
Our next door neighbors have two tiny dogs with attitudes as bold and angry as the dog in your photo. They're ALWAYS mad! It's to the point that we don't even want to go to the bottom of our driveway for fear of being attacked. They stand about 8" high. Maybe they're angry at life because they're so little... Our dog stands about 24" high (at least three times their height in the shoulders). She is ALWAYS happy and friendly and full of life, except when she is encountered by the little terrors next door who bite her legs and jump at her face. She just stands there and takes their angry abuse with a smile on her face until she finally has enough and "WOOFS" at them in a playful but loud way and they go scurring off under a car or rock. She then wags her tail in delight.
Somewhere there's a moral to the story, but it's lost on me...
Smile - it's the weekend - why don't you go quilting or something?
sorry you're dealing with those feelings. definitely no fun whatsoever, but they do blow over eventually (never soon enough though it seems). love the dog pic. perfect visual for my sometimes not so lovely moods
I hear you on the frustrated angry part of things. That's me. To a T. Right here, baby.
And I'm not a Gemini, I'm an Aries, whatever that means.
I am on the cusp between Aquarius and Pisces - so, I've never been sure which one I am, depends on which horoscope you read.
Beck, your dog sounds like a golden retriever, but she isn't big enough. Golden retrievers are the dorks of the dog world, imoho (I say that as a former golden retriever owner).
Switch, at least you HAVE a boyfriend - that is something I'll never be able to have :(
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the Dark Side.
Sorry, now that my husband's a Jedi, that's all I could think to say.
Hope you're feeling better. (Where the heck do you get the awesome pictures?)
Snap out of it, Abe!
:)
Life is good, and you're blessed beyond measure... take the doldrums in stride.
Yes, it's a little glib... but I used to have wicked depression until I realized that I was _enjoying_ the sadness and feeding off of it. I still get down every once in a while, but I don't let it linger.
Hope you feel better soon, though...
* hugs *
Snap out of it? No way!
Get angry. Get pissed. Get unreasonably hostile and then go beat the ever livin' tar out of a punching bag.
But don't repress your anger.
Repression? Isn't that label a little, I dunno, heavy-handed? There's plenty of space to be had between wanton abandon and soul-eating repression...
Can I put a link to your site on my blog?
Sure. BTW, I added a link to your blog.
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