I was in a bad mood the other day. Really. I had my grump on like no one's business. It wasn't something personal...not this time. A moron jerkface asshole had hurt someone I loved and I was furious with him for doing it. And, since I'm not someone who takes things like this rationally, I spent the next six hours thinking of slow and painful ways for this man to die.
Does that make me a bad person? Or a loyal one? I wonder.
I can honestly say if the moron jerkface asshole in question had passed by me in the street I would have been tempted to push him if front of an oncoming bus. And I might have even smiled at the tire tracks on his face.
After a while I couldn't just stomp around the apartment anymore snapping out curses and planning my enemy's demise. I need to breath and walk and maybe snarl a little bit more.
Bad idea. Because as I may have mentioned once or twice (or a hundred) times in the past, some of the people over here are just plain rude. And the last thing I wanted to deal with in the middle of my mad were rude people. Talk about tossing gasoline on a blazing fire.
Let's just say the afternoon progressed from bad to worse. I stomped. I growled. I glared. But if you'll remember from a previous blog, since I'm mostly invisible to these people, (being a Westerner and all) at first they didn't even notice. Well, I can tell you, when someone is in the middle of a grump, NOT being noticed is the worse thing that can happen.
The blazing fire was now a towering inferno.
Down the street I strode, my fury like a cloud of deadly wasps hovering around me. Those who didn't use proper sidewalk etiquette (which these people don't seem to understand in the first place and seriously, how hard is it when you're walking two abreast to drop behind your partner for the split second another person has to pass you?) and move out of my way were mowed down like chattering little toy figures. Cab drivers squealed to a stop, and their tires went flat in horror, foodcart vendors huddled behind their stands and prayed to the gods that I would pass by and leave them unscathed. I tell you, by the time I was in full grump mode, even the dogs of Macau tucked their tails between their legs and ran the other way.
Damn, it was satisfying.
After several hours of scaring the residents of the city, my anger, while not gone, was at least manageable. The decision on how to deal with the moron jerkface asshole had been made (and I promise you, that bus would be preferable to what I'm going to do to him), I'd walked at least a gazillion calories off, not counting those that rage burned off all on it's on, and for the first time--and this was the best part--I wasn't invisible any more.
Everyone knew who I was.
Now as I walked down the street, it was like the parting of the red sea. Everyone saw me coming and either plastered themselves up against the building, stepped off into the street, or, as in the case of one small child (and I kinda sorta regret this part...but not much), ran screaming into her mother's arms.
When I do a grump, it's a good one.
And then I wondered... Did I pass my bad mood on to anyone else? Are grumps transferable? Will that food vendor dump a bowl of ramen on some customers head? Will that tiny little girl go home and throw a tantrum because she had the misfortune to see me at my crankiest? Do I even care?
Now, thirty-six hours later, I have to say I don't think so. I loved my grump. It did exactly what I needed it to do. Blew all the cobwebs out of my brain with the strength of it's rage. And helped me think clearer. Just like a good mad is supposed to. So I can't be upset I gave in to my bad mood.
Besides...I was tired of being invisible anyway!
See you next time!
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
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Let's just say the afternoon progressed from bad to worse. I stomped. I growled. I glared. But if you'll remember from a previous blog, since I'm mostly invisible to these people, (being a Westerner and all) at first they didn't even notice. Well, I can tell you, when someone is in the middle of a grump, NOT being noticed is the worse thing that can happen.
The blazing fire was now a towering inferno.
Down the street I strode, my fury like a cloud of deadly wasps hovering around me. Those who didn't use proper sidewalk etiquette (which these people don't seem to understand in the first place and seriously, how hard is it when you're walking two abreast to drop behind your partner for the split second another person has to pass you?) and move out of my way were mowed down like chattering little toy figures. Cab drivers squealed to a stop, and their tires went flat in horror, foodcart vendors huddled behind their stands and prayed to the gods that I would pass by and leave them unscathed. I tell you, by the time I was in full grump mode, even the dogs of Macau tucked their tails between their legs and ran the other way.
Damn, it was satisfying.
After several hours of scaring the residents of the city, my anger, while not gone, was at least manageable. The decision on how to deal with the moron jerkface asshole had been made (and I promise you, that bus would be preferable to what I'm going to do to him), I'd walked at least a gazillion calories off, not counting those that rage burned off all on it's on, and for the first time--and this was the best part--I wasn't invisible any more.
Everyone knew who I was.
When I do a grump, it's a good one.
And then I wondered... Did I pass my bad mood on to anyone else? Are grumps transferable? Will that food vendor dump a bowl of ramen on some customers head? Will that tiny little girl go home and throw a tantrum because she had the misfortune to see me at my crankiest? Do I even care?
Now, thirty-six hours later, I have to say I don't think so. I loved my grump. It did exactly what I needed it to do. Blew all the cobwebs out of my brain with the strength of it's rage. And helped me think clearer. Just like a good mad is supposed to. So I can't be upset I gave in to my bad mood.
Besides...I was tired of being invisible anyway!
See you next time!
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/secondchances/lifesadance.htm
http://cjengland.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CJsaysFollowYourDreams/
4 comments:
I think you forgot the rudeness back home. I hate when two people stand in one place in a store aisle so no one can pass. The worst was the other day when two men were at the end of an aisle back turned to those trying to pass talking on the phone, not even interacting with each other. People were doing last minute shopping for Easter basket items so there was no turning around to go the other way.
Usually it is teenagers, but these men were both at least forty.
Ray
Got your grump on...I like that! A lot! lol Being in the retail business and having to work with the public rude people really can get to me. Even if I try and tell myself that they are having a bad day, it's difficult to work with them without getting a grump on. *grin* I don't think we can be happy all the time. As odd as it sounds, I think we have to have things like being angry, grumpy, sad to balance us. I'm glad your grump helped you and I get the feeling the action you take for the jerk could be part of a book. Take care CJ!
Ray,
I agree. Being rude is a multi-country thing. But after living in so many places I have to admit the people here are the worst I've seen. In all honesty, I don't think they mean to be. I think they are just oblivious to courtesy.
Phylis,
LOL Oh yeah. This guy is going to be in a book all right. Name, description and everything intact. And then he's going to have some horrible embarrassing disease that people whisper about in polite company before I maim and torture him to death.
I should really say what I feel.
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