Anger

Anger is a funny little emotion, eh? Comes on strong like a raging bull! You know, the kind in Spain that charge at the men in the ring. When I'm mad I say all sorts of horrible things to the person I am mad at. I realize this doesn't do any good, nevertheless I continue to do it.

Then the next day, when anger has [mostly] left my frontal lobe I realize [most of the time] that my premature anger was nothing but a waste of my time. If I had taken a few hours and ideally a few days, I could have saved my heart the trouble, ya know? It's a whole nother post, but the effects of anger and hostility on your health? No bueno. Take a psychology class and learn about it. It's craziness! Is it sickening/frightening to anyone else that I am referring to things I learned in school? The ridiculous amount of hard-earned money I give to that institution is finally teaching me something? Jump back!

Because of my little anger problem this weekend, I have been able to spend tons of time with Sara, whom I adore more than crowns! We eat, watch tv, eat, make cds, eat, swim, eat, go shopping, eat, paint our nails, eat and then I go home. It's sort of awesome how cool we are. Not one single person on this Earth gets me like she does. I hope everyone has a friend like her to lean on, because God knows where I'd be without her.

*Change in subject* I'm off to yet another wedding of a high school friend tomorrow. It is sooo strange to see people the same age as me at a completely different place in their lives. I'm not condoning it nor chastising it, just thinking about it. I am in NO way shape or form ready to get married at this point. It's weird how we are the same age, but I feel so younger in comparison to my married friends. I don't take care of another person (i.e my husband) or cook for myself! Props to them and I'm sooo excited for the wedding tomorrow! woooooot.