Saturday, January 20, 2007

"I Understand"

I've had that phrase during my MMU days. It's an innocent phrase, a good one too. But lately I've been using it in my daily life more often. It's a part of my anger-management shtick.

I have to understand. Understand the problems of this. Understand that. Can't get angry over this, 'cause you have to understand.

Sometimes I just want to scream, I don't want to understand and do nothing. I've had it internalizing my anger. But society doesn't want screamers. I don't want myself to scream. So I keep quiet.

Looking back at the above paragraphs, I sound silly. I so want to delete them, and write up something nice, something with more fluff. I'm losing my edge here. Can't write to save my life. Save my life...

Then I just look beside me. There she is, all pink and bright. Not even the rain can dampen her wild spirits. And that very wild spirit can and will put down my raging anger. Yes, sometimes she gets on my nerves, but who else can laugh about it and then apologise with a kiss to the cheek? There is no-one in this world who tells me I'm gonna be a saint just by being with her. No-one else would touch and caress me when I am fi-

...this is going to sound weird. We were looking for bad songs for our creative writing class. One song we found just a minute ago was.. "can I touch you there".. Now that's awkward.

Guess I should delete the whole entry now?

p.s.: You Don't know Jack Schitt!