Rediscovering that it was periods of time during schooling growing up, maybeâ€¦ anxiety disorders arrise from lack of healthy interaction in pre-teen thru adolescent years. Adults who experience non-rational, mean, plain unkindness or lack of respect as a human being, as kids continue on
What is the feeling of abandonment. Does it feel like hell. Could it feel freeing for someone else? Have you ever waited for anger to rear it’s head. Sitting quietly, then almost violently it catches you, spins you around, then throws you oblivious-to-direction only to be caught again. *You know, learning this anger mangement release in healthy â€“ I hate that word. What does healthy actually mean; are you healthy? Healthy is an ideal that does not exist. Healthy is only relevant to the one experiencing the feeling of Health. I think too many words these days have been adopted by mass media, twisted and burned into a fragmented, forced upon ideal we all had to digest raw. Fuck. When I got angry growing up most would just laugh. My reaction to anger as an adult, modestly has clothed itself into a smile. Why do I have to smile all the time. Yea-t now the laughter begins. As soon as anger envelops me it is torn smitherines by laughter or sheer silence.
Could this actually fucking be the discovery that a great way to deal with anger is to create with it any way you want.
Local Fact – Vancouver has been experiencing freak natural one hit wonders during the night while we sleep. The latest victom was no less, beloved Stanley Park. Um. Why are all you people giving money to Mr. Park, that just recieved a natural mother natural blow of wind, and high seas. His veins roads mind you are in great dis-repair and urgently need to be fixed. However what I don’t understand is the buying of more trees to fill the park. What if you just let the public go in and plant a tree if they want. As of tonight the park has earned 40K from private donation to replant trees. I like trees don’t get me wrong. My favorite tree in the park across from me was felled after the storm; chainsawed down by man to the ground. Wouldn’t a death by mother nature be a natural way to go from the living to the dead. This causes thoughts of carrots. Yanking carrots out of the ground, rapidly cutting, slicing off the beautiful green leafy stems, left to wither on the ground, only to be devoured in our mouthes with rock hard calcium deposits. Folks that was a murdered carrot, cooked and then, I ate it. Oh help me god!
Sometimes things happen that are awful in life. It can’t be that bad to remember them. This time around though the anger and I will subside.
*unedited ’cause it just makes sense.