In the interest of honesty, which is part of the moronic theme of my blog - what was I thinking - I gotta say that I know where my anger is from, and its not related to work. I thought it was, but in a deflating moment, I realized that my huffery is a cover, a distraction, an obsession that helps me to cope with the real shit.
Someone murdered my brother. That someone is, unfortunately, still alive, and I have seen It. It is unfathomable to me. When I have seen Its face, imagining that this is the anti-person who killed my brother is not possible. Beyond the realm of possibility. Yet many people saw it happen, and there is no question, no doubt. Only a ridiculous legal procedure during which strangers and pay-for-pseudo-psychiatrists will decide if It was insane.
That's all, nothing more. Except the hurt in my belly and an inability to think hard about this.
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Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. Anger is so much easier, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Martine.
ReplyDeleteI hd no idea. I knew your brother had passed, but I had no idea that it was so abrupt and horrendous. I am so sorry. I send you whatever good energy can reach you from where I sit at this moment.xoxo to you Sweety..
ReplyDeleteThanks, Plum. Having a bad few days.
ReplyDeletegood thoughts to you, lucy.
ReplyDeleteThe term "justifiable anger" was invented for theses situations.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry.
Thanks, Ms. Cuss.
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