[I'm MAD. So I don't know if this post will be even remotely entertaining or if it'll even make sense. But here you go anyway. I apologise in advance if you hate it, but you are here for my therapy... remember?!]
Okay. So I like spontaneity. I like change. In fact, I like to think that I positively thrive in dynamic environments. But there are definitely some situations in which I’m so wtf’d out and get so frustrated I want to castrate a cow. Which isn’t something I’d actually do nor is it something I have an interest in. But I read an article on cow castration an hour ago so it was kind of the first thing I thought of. Again, not on purpose.
Random changes-of-mind that result in expectations not being met and mood swings without valid reasons are what I just cannot take. It maks me argh and grr and EIOFJAOEIWFJOAWIEFF like nothing else. Here are a couple of scenarios to aid your understanding:
1. Unmet (for stupid reasons) expectations that you were justified to have to begin with.
You are soooooooooooooo excited to go on your first road trip. You’ve spent weeks planning it with your super good super awesome friend from childhood that you haven’t seen in ages, and you think ooh, we’re going to get to bond, eat lots of random food, listen to silly songs in the car with the wind blowing through our hair while singing at the top of our lungs, yippee. But then kaboom!
Your plans are dashed. She texts (not calls - texts), to let you know that she has broken her toe/fought with her significant other/eaten a shrimp and that’s against her vegan principles so she has to freak out and repent by not going on a fun road trip. You become dismal. No reason could justify this breach of friendship in your eyes (okay, maybe death or a fall that resulted in guts exploding out). You’ve built up expectations… and now your hopes and dreams are far away in a desolate thought bubble, floating further and further away with every minute. DEPRESSING. And anger-inducing.
2. You have a psycho parent/friend/cousin/customer.
They are all ooh and nice and excited and generally going with the swing of things and even complimenting your work or something. And then kaboom! Their emotions get the best of them and stuff they’ve been holding inside without you even knowing is all of a sudden unleashed on your pretty little head and you’re just standing there in shock. You didn’t realise they had all these feelings or thoughts or emotions, not because you are a non-caring person, but because they are store-inside-until-they-burst assholes or some little thing feels out of their control and wham they explode. You are the poor innocent victim of their misdirected lava-like rage through no fault of your own. A mood swing at its worst. They were so happy-go-lucky and so were you and then it all just went away. Not because there was a real reason to be upset, but because some avoidable internal struggle just came to a head. (Their head. And out of their mouth. Only to erupt on you.) Because they just are not the type of people to be able to relax and take out-of-the-ordinary things in stride.
So anyway, those are the kinds of change I can’t stand. Now that that’s off my chest, p-p-p-peace homies!
UPDATE: I’ve compiled a list of some things I’d rather do than castrate a cow when I’m mad so that I never get so mad that I actually look for a cow to castrate only because it’s the first thing I think of. Everyone knows you can’t think all that great when you’re MAD. Here it is:
1. Eat Menchie’s fro-yo with strawberries and chocolate krackle. YUM.
2. Eat an Oreo ice cream cookie in a park. (Weather permitting. Or not. Doubt it’d matter if I’m THAT MAD.)
3. Eat Baskin Robbins/Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream with one of the little spoons instead of the big ones. It’s just more satisfying that way.
4. Lie down and listen to angry music. Not like Marilyn Manson or The Pretty Reckless, but more like music that has a beat that suits the angry racing heartbeat I’d have in that situation.
5. Eat cheese and onion or potato pasties from England. Or potato burekas from Tastee’s since those are the only comparable thing where I live.
6. Jump into a pool and submerge myself under water. (Only for a bit, I’m not suicidal.)
I’m not usually the biggest fan of ice cream, so I’m not sure why I’d turn to it when I’m MAD necessarily. Perhaps I subconsciously succumb to the ‘logic’ that angry = hot, therefore ice cream = way to cool down the hot.
UPDATE #2: I was MAD when I unleashed this post onto Notepad. (Yes, Notepad. It’s awesome.) This is what I actually ended up doing instead of castrating a cow (below). It involves the consumption of yumibles (yummy edibles). (In case you didn’t guess that it would after my list above.)