The Rage is Going Around
There's a case of the Rage going on in my family. My dad has it the worst. Then me and Mom. I dunno about my brother. He seems to be immune to the family.
Mom says dad is getting angry in his old age. Angry at strangers, co-workers, Mom, me, TV, in genereal. My anger is confined to road rage and news reports and whether or not I can find anything to do on the weekend.
This weekend I'm going to have an affliction of the Rage. I neglected to make plans. My last minute plans didn't come through at the last minute. Phooey. I'm really upset. I wanted to do something. I have no one to do anything with. I am a prisoner. I need to get away.
Sigh.
And I had a horrible nightmare last night. My family was in this house. My dad got mad. He left and we were trapped and I tried to lead an escape. We didn't know who dad was most mad at. It didn't matter. I led us to the driverway and mom and brother were ahead of me. But Dad was quicker. He had something metalic in his hand. His machete. And in one fell swoop he swung it at my brothers neck. I screamed, "Dad! NO!" and then,
"Fuck." Awakening in horror.
Isn't that awful? Am I insane? Why would I think that? Ugh.
DiaryoftheUnimpressed 09.24.2004 at 7:24 p.m. |
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