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Thursday, 21 October 2010

Anger

Anger doesn’t motivate me or feed my soul
I think that when I’m angry I probably look ugly
Angry people aren’t nice to be around; they zap you with their prickles
I don’t enjoy being angry, it takes effort and commitment, and I usually can’t be bothered

I’ve been a ball of angry prickles for more than 12 hours now
Ever since Andrew rang me to say we’d been burgled

The burglars were quite thoughtful
They didn’t make a mess, or disturb anything
They didn’t take anything that had sentimental value
In fact they only took the Telly, stereo, DVD player and computer
It’s just stuff
And yet I’m still angry at them


I wonder if they think that what they did, coming into our home uninvited and helping themselves to things that we’d worked hard for, was okay because they were polite about it?


I want to slap their stupid face!!