Bring on the rain...

Can I just say today sucked? I guess I can since I just did. I don't like negative energy, it wraps me up like a blanket. I don't like people that thrive on the need to be negative. Today one of the new punks at work started spouting off shit he knew nothing about. Long story short, you better have a damned tall ladder if you plan to get high enough to jump down my throat. He's one of those charming boys, the product greasing his hair down hides the horns. He thinks he can flash a smile and the world including me will fall to his beck and call. Can you here me now...FUCK YOU. I worked damn hard to get where I am in life, and I sure as he won't let some probation officer seeing, piss in a cup weekly, married woman dating piece of shit kid, tell me how to do my job. So, I jerked his ass up and tore him a new asshole in front of the owner, left him standing with his mouth open.
It sucked. I don't like getting that angry. It's like a storm. You see the roof shake, but you can keep it on the building. It does bad things to my spirit. Makes me feel like shit even when I am in the right. What part of a person just enjoys spurring someone else on to anger. What kind of person allows someone to anger them so much. When I was little, we never had much, and I always had to work hard for the things I got. Sometimes I would let myself get so angry as a kid that I would break whatever was most important to me at the time. Weird, not something of the person that angered me, something of my own. Once a radio, once I ripped the ear off of my teddy bear. I cried so hard and my mom sewed so fast to fix it that she didn't allow for the hem, today that bear is still here with me, one ear bigger than the other, and stitches in his neck. Today felt alot like that, I let someone get under my skin, someone that owns no stock in me, someone that I care nothing about. Hours later, I am still thinking about how angry it made me. The picture is from this spring near Holly Beach Louisiana. Several years after Katrina, much of the town still looks like this, a house was standing here. One violent uncontrolled episode from mother nature, and the land there is scarred for decades. I can't help but think about being better. So many people get angry, hurt, sad, and broken down by things outside of their control. It's not really a big deal, more just a rambling thought that was on my mind... It just took so much energy to be that angry. It didn't last that long, and sure I calmed down and went on with my day, Hell, I'm not even sure where I was going anymore. Just like a storm, comes fast and goes fast, but when they are big enough, everybody remembers...