What Made You Angry Today?

[user44376]

The staff at the hospital Starbucks where I see my T. They put the CBT to the test.

 

[ladee]

On my really angry days, i want a T-shirt that says, " I have PTSD, DO NOT f*ck WITH ME TODAY"

 

[The Albatross]

Not one but TWO printers that haven't been able to print (mister hung all and wouldn't buy a cartridge due to the trip home) a cover letter or print my friggin' letters of recommendation. Two more interviews... Dang dude.

 

[Deleted member 541]

People that KNOW I have COPD, but fail to call me and tell me that THEY are sick and to stay home. They just want their house cleaned and f*ck my health.

 

[Ronin]

Existential insecurity about income & living conditions. Head, meet brick wall.

 

[Justmehere]

Stupid %#]>{¥~^!{!£ public transit operator who told me my service dog and I were not allowed on the bus because there as no room when there was about 30 open seats!

Grr. (Yes I called the proper authorities. They pulled the person off the job for the rest of the day. I'm still late because I had to wait for the next one!)

 

[Kopykat]

2/3 of my wiener dogs decided it'd be a kick ass idea to roll in their own dog poop. Had to give all 3 a bath and the. They all scattered. Have you ever tried to catch a wet weiner dog? I'd imagine it's the equivalent of catching a greased pig. Now I'm suspicious that I still smell crap everywhere. I love them though but man.

 

[Anrish]

An arrogant new colleague who managed to give our secretary stomach aches because of his behaviour...JERK, JERK, JERK!

 

[Tornadic Thoughts]

Learning that morphine has been given to kids and adults that I know, including self, as a first line pain relief treatment in the ER for things that ended up being diagnosed as ear ache, constipation, gall bladder attack, acid reflux, etc. I recall it being used as the last ditch pain relief effort before someone passes. What the hell? But folks who truly need ongoing severe pain relief can't get help. Grrrr...

 

[The Albatross]

Having a deer head in my sink - UGH. I thought we'd agreed about an itinerary for the kitchen today.... but my cave man is motivated and I'm just trying not to look. :wtf:

 

[Tornadic Thoughts]

Observing folks steadily pushing the toxic candies/other artificial food-like substances down their own and their kids' throats around every damn corner as a way to "treat", "comfort", and "nurture", as they steadily help each other continue to remain highly addicted and highly afflicted, just like the manufacturer's hope will keep happening, as they enjoy the comfort of their ongoing job security thanks to the continued high demand.

Then bitching later (and often frequently punishing/medicating/berating the kids) about the kids' behaviors, their moods, their own bodily discomforts, then continually crashing everyone's innards from the massive sugar rushes and toxic overloads, not to mention stunting some pretty significant brain and bodily growth during those younger years, as they appear to remain totally blown away and perplexed by it each and every time it happens, then wondering what in the world could be "wrong" with them. Sounds a whole lot like my youth.

The kids don't have a damn chance when the adults do the shopping and the role modeling. They only know what they've been taught and what they live each day. Most of the adults have never been taught any differently, either, hence the massive f*ckery that's allowed to continue to go down all around us as it does. Seasonal toxic dumps is what we've been reduced to, giving us a chance to ramp up our intake even more from our usual very generous daily toxic doses.

Not sure how that feels worthy of ongoing celebrations, to be honest, but to each their own. Our meat coated skeletons can only treat us as kindly as we treat them. Maybe it's a celebration to give thanks that we actually lived through the shit and yet another chance to tempt fate, if you want to call it "living", albeit with many existing in a miserable as f*ck condition more often than not. Reminds me of a song, "God damn the pusher man." Bah humbug to all the silly toxic shit that gets passed off as being edible and supposedly harmless, in "moderation". Our bodies certainly know better, hopefully our brains will soon catch up.

 

[The Albatross]

Met somebody who was on "18 Rx meds for depression" - are you f'ing kidding me? Jeeze. "I was taking more meds to manage the side effects and the other side effects..." said she. Uh, yeah no kiddin, thought I. I hate the Rx med paradigm.