Kind of like the Hulk. Warning: You will not get this story if you did not see The Avengers. And why the hell did you not see The Avengers? It was fanfuckingtastic.
So I tweeted it and he replied, “Simone Smash.” Hence, the title of todays post. Again, you won’t get it if…
Anyway, IT came up again. The anger. The very real issue of it, with my new acupuncturist. I’ve tried acupuncture and every other alternative and holistic treatment you can think of, before. And now I’m trying again. Because I’ve been SICK and am trying so very hard to be not sick.
So she was sticking needles in me and we were talking. About the fact that I’m kinda full of rage. At myself. At my body. For letting me down. For just not doing what I need it to do. For not letting me live the life i want to live.
And always calm. Because that’s what is demanded of me. Suppressing the angry. Pretending that everything is ok. Acting normal-ish. Wanting to smash everything and everyone to pieces but instead quietly going about my day.
And my acupuncturist stated the obvious. That I need to own the anger. Fully acknowledge it and live with it and let it have it’s place. I have every right to be angry. But the way I’m living with it now. Always angry. It’s bad. Unhealthy. Contributing to my unhealthyness. Which I can see and accept. *big giant sigh*
So… this leaves me where? I’m not sure. Other than exhausted. And pretty damn sure that I’d rather not be the Hulk.
I’m sure that you can apply this to dating and relationships, somehow.
Tags: angry, Jack from Brooklyn, Sick