PAPA K SMASH YOUR SPLEEN!!
Many things happened on my blogging hiatus… but none more interesting than the one where I almost self-destructed in a mix of blind rage and absolute confusion at the idiocy and hatefullness of some people.
Alas, I’m not allowed to really divulge into much of what happened but I can tell you it involved several people lashing out at my wife for no good reason other than to make themselves feel better. I’d seen my wife suffer through the indecency of “these people” for quite some time and, quite frankly, had seen and heard just about enough of it.
My “fuse” is the length of several hundred football fields. It takes quite a feat of dumbassiveness to reach the dynamite stick containing all the pent-up frustration I have against the human race’s more inept species. Unfortunately, some of the inept burnt the last bit of my fuse.
I’ve always been the mediator, always the problem solver, always the one there to calm everyone else down and always the one ready to forgive at the moment a truce is given.
Not this time.
This time heads would roll, hearts would be ripped from rib cages, ears would be worn as necklaces and rectums would be turned inside-out.
I think after years of calming enraged fraternity brothers, standing between friends about to strangle each other and listening to my wife groan about not finding any jeans that fit… it was my turn to show a little rage.
And I did.
I said things that were 100% true (with a perhaps a little too much color commendation) but had my peace and at the urging of my wife was reduced to keeping it at exactly that rather than expand the timeline of hateful exchanges until the end of time. I was like the Energizer Bunny: ready to keep going and going and going and going and going and……………well….. you get the idea.
No physical punches, slaps, face-raking, eye-gouging, crotch-kicking, skull-crushing or intestinal-carving took place… although mentally I can’t say I didn’t imagine it a few times. Verbally, I think my words cut like poison arrows and I hope they continue to seep the angry words of truth coursing through their rotted veins and black hearts.
It wasn’t an enjoyable experience but one that required action on my part to defend what I cherished the most.
I’ll finish by saying that there is no more room in this world for narcissists to create their own reality where nothing they say is wrong. What they don’t know is that “narcissist” is a nicer word than “complete dumbass idiot freaknut poopbrain face”.
Yes. I said “complete dumbass idiot freaknut poopbrain face.” I never knew I could be so cold.
Anyone else know any complete dumbass idiot freaknut poopbrain faces our there?