first there's sadness, then there's extreme anger...
Gone is the saddened state....
....replaced by fury, and acidic hate.
My god. What it's like to be a woman. I've gone from tears to white-hot rage in the span of 48 hours. I have excess energy that begs for release, and a serving of high kicks and powerhouse slugs are on the menu. I've been spending way too much time watching Sidney Bristow take on baddies on Alias, and have 'Eye of the Tiger' pumping in the background while I work on my own abs by doing hundreds of stomach crunches. (Figuratively, of course.)
But really. I am controlled by my emotions. Up one minute and down the next. My emotions are directly controlled by these wonderful hormones that demand chocolate consumption and a craving for cheap Chinese food. MSG....mmmmm. Ice cream, beer, and midday naps... all of this is my future, including trying not to snap when silly Americans lose their cellphones when they go home for the holidays. I'd rather just ignore it all and go for KFC take-out instead. And then, have a shower.
Instead, I suppose I'd be much better off going for a run instead. Taking a stroll while listening to Jet's Are You Gonna Be My Girl or The Violent Femme's Add It Up pounding in my ears. I need some angry anthem rock to match my angry nasty mood. I need to find someone to wrestle in the park with me, to sit down on my chest and pull my arms up behind my neck. I need someone to hold me down while I struggle, allowing the endorphins to kick in, and just let me thrash against my own inner rage. Someone to friend me out of my violent daydreams, and bring me back down to earth.
Bring me back down to earth again.