Thursday, February 5, 2009

I WANT ....

2/5/2009

Earlier this evening I wanted to smack something. I wanted to smack something really, really hard. Like the sound a bat makes as it hits a ball that you know is going to fly out of the ballpark.

WHACK !

Instead, I went to my room, slammed the door, let out a roar and counted to 100. Then I began to blow the steam off.

Eventually it was time for dinner and I had to come out of the cave.

I ate dinner, played cards, and did the dishes. I ate 2 bags of popcorn while I watched a dumb movie where Woodie Harrelson played a gay guy with a southern accent (except he sounded more like the Godfather than Col. Sanders) who wore fancy schmancy double-breasted suits and a wig.

Now it's time for bed and the smacking urge has left me feeling tired.

I want to get to the point in my life when I can let a stupid comment pass by me like the ball soaring over the grandstand. I want that to happen before my father dies. I don't want his power to make me insane hanging on forever.

Unpleasantly sulking ME

4 comments:

cp said...

Your blog makes me smile.

terri said...

mary, i keep typing a thought then deleting it. typing another then deleting that one. you know anything it is i can type....

how about this?
i really really hope you talk to
that anger....and let it show you
what it is it's trying to tell you.

that's my wish for you.
cause you know as well as i do...
that anger's your buddy right now.

grinnin' at ya......

Sorrow said...

playing catch up..
I want to be able to do the same thing. So when you figure out how..
would you let me know?

Sorrow said...

pretty please???
..
..
..with sugar on top.??