sometimes I just want to rip out a self-righteous roar....
Today something happened that made me angry, embarrassed and frustrated. I had an exchange with someone that was more underneath than it was on the surface. A friend was standing beside me. I couldn’t make eye contact with her. I could feel the confusion. “Why is this person treating you like this, and why is it suddenly so awkward in here??” At least that’s what I felt she felt. But I might have just felt it for myself. I left the situation in tears. How dare you. How. Dare. You. I wanted to toss that hot potato right back at them. Here ya go. You feel some pain for a bit now. I’m working it through still. I read lately that if something makes you scared you need to write it. I’m scared. Not of someone else and what they said. Or how they treated me. I’m scared of what this whole situation might say about me. Me. I’m scare of what’s inside me. It’s like someone went rifling through my garbage cans in the back alley, cans that are no one’s business...