familiar, but not great

OK, the hormones have shifted. My anger is now directed in a more familiar direction: the world.

Holy crap this is a roller coaster ride. I have been frustrated today at lots of things, lots of people, LOTS of traffic, and don't EVEN get me started on what it was like at the grocery store! Aaarrrggghhhhhh!

I can recognize that what is going on is hormone-fueled, but I seem utterly incapable of stopping it from happening. In the past two days I have lashed out at friend and foe alike, gotten downright nasty and snippy with people who care a great deal about me and been outright fucking rude to those who don't give a damn who or how I am but who want my vote. You should see what I wrote to a guy who is running for governor as an independent who had the audacity to send me a friend request on facebook. I bet I'm on a watch list somewhere now. I did not threaten actual violence or anything, just let him know that if my candidate does not win because he split the progressive vote, I'd hold him personally responsible for any kid that dies in an overburdened, understaffed foster care system that the other candidate will further gut in order to give tax breaks to the wealthy. Was that really harsh? Nah. Well, maybe a little. Request denied, by the way.

So now I need to try to breathe through this stuff like I tried to breathe through the depression. I really should have some kind of 30-minute cooling off period auto-installed on my computer to keep me from doing anything REALLY stupid. Urg.

While the anger is outward-aimed, I think I might have a political rant or two in me. Stay tuned. I'll try and compose something both witty and viscous in the morning, maybe even before coffee. Check back...