Adult brats. They’re all like babies that learned how to talk. Are we all like this, really? I get angry easily and lash out after the last straw falls on the heap. It definitely doesn’t help matters. If I’m getting angry about other people being irrationally angry, that’s irrational anger. Adoy. It’s like a contagion. You notice it and the anger underlines nervous energy, and suddenly you’re manic. Brains are the worst thing ever. These processes make no sense. And people ask me why I drink alone and don’t go to parties or the bar. Adoy. Because drinking to forget that other people exist is easier when there aren’t other people involved. It’s a terrible coping strategy. It makes that nervous energy and the ease of slipping into irrational anger much worse. But at least it offers a short break from the chaos. I don’t really know how else to do it. Calming self-talk, music, playing some chess on my phone, getting absorbed into process, it’s all fine and good if it’s isolated from everything else. But the bubble bursts the moment someone starts throwing a temper tantrum nearby, or tries to drag you into a pointless squabble. There’s no escaping adult daycare. We live in a perpetual kindergarten and the teachers are busy watching soap operas in the break room. It’s like I’m stuck in an amateur rendition of No Exit, and someone off in the distance is shouting, “Yo, if Hell is other people, then you should, like, totally fart on elevators.”
Next time I get a laceration from being too exhausted to pay attention, hopefully it’ll nick an artery. Ugh, but then a first responder will probably try to give me CPR like an idiot. Nevermind. This can’t end well.
9 comments
Anger at god. Anger at the world. I only know one thing, it eats away at the one who bears it.
I’m angry at anger. Ain’t no god or world out there that’s worth getting angry about, and it makes me angry. Cats make me happy with their weird chirping, though, so I have two chirpy little monsters to help it evaporate.
I find that anger shifts. I’m glad you have two personal therapists.
*Imagines cats with glasses and bow ties
Cats fart in elevators. It’s a fact. They just rarely use elevators so nobody notices it.
True fact: I once tried to get my cat to wear a bowtie, but it didn’t end well. Putting a small piece of tape on one side of a cat has the same outcome.
Well, in a sense an adult is simply a child covered up on the outside by years of experience. A successful human integrates their experiences deeply with their inner child and becomes a mature adult with a stable inner self.
A less desirable but more common scenario is when the innrchild remains in control of the external experiences. This i think is what we call adult children. Kind of like myself.
Even when im drunk i dont get angry much anymore. I have given into the absurdity. it’s nice. or rather..it just is
An inner child is great and all, but shouldn’t it move out and get a job already? Mine just sits around playing video games and watching anime. But why does that kind of integration between adult-crap and inner-childness equate to success? I’d think it would just make one’s inner child a boring nerd with no interesting quirks.
yeah maybe you’re right. aren’t all the great geniuses and inventors child like in some ways?
idk f*%k it. too early for this
Humanity is a lost cause.
I wish we would just go extinct.
I don’t much care for people either. I prefer to have the party all to myself.