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People have always labeled me as a sweet girl who is just too good and too innocent. So then all my rights to express anger suddenly become truncated, even an iota of resentment or anger is like the eighth wonder for people. Not getting into any altercations then becomes a question of maintaining a reputation. So what do I do when I feel like getting wild at people and feel like bashing them black and blue? That when such a stupid blog emerges, when my anger takes the disguise of words and even they bark back at me.
I am super angry today, and there seems to be dearth of words to write which is making me fume with anger even more. At times people loves to get wild at me and I am really really tired using every single sulci and gyri of my brain to figure out why they love to lash out at me? At times they get onto every single nerve of mine. Every muscle of my vocal chord wants to yell at them, but everything is suppressed. I have tried all. Counting numbers, taking god’s name, tearing papers( this gets more reprimanding for creating garbage in house).please save me from this hell, I want to escape away to some fairy tale world (there also the poor cindrella is tortured by her mother…no no hell no, real world is fine. Heheh… my poor quality humour is making me laugh…finally anger vented out. Depression over. Now I can get back to talking sweetly with everyone else. Even Gandhiji must be getting angry but I am sure even he must not have resorted to such a unique method like mine.
Someone has said that why lose 60 seconds of joy for every minute of anger. I haven’t lost my joy…even when I am angry I am doing something that gives me tremendous joy.writing a pathetic blog.hehe.
Everyone has fights with people, I am fighting against my anger.and yess the battle is won at last.
