I have been in a pissy mood lately. I go to therapy for this sort of thing. Sometimes I just get in a funk and I don't know why. Talking it through with my therapist and with others in a group seems to help. It had better... I get so mad I could hurt someone or get hurt myself. Yelling at somebody I don't know, who could have a knife or gun, is quite dangerous these days. I hope I can continue to ease my rage and eventually stop it altogether. It is a slow but important process involving lots of complex subconscious stuff. I finally figured out one of the causes of my latest rampage. Johnny Carson. I'm serious. Johnny goes and dies and I get upset. Not because I knew him personally or anything. But because he represented the good old days to me. The good old days which now are changed forever. Yeah, I know Carson retired over ten years ago. But now he's dead and there's no hope for a comeback. Change and the finality of death suck. Taxes, too. But as somebody once said... they're the only sure things in life.
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