The Rage Inside Me

When taking to Dalfino, the person who encouraged me to start this blog, he said, amongst other things, that I should make more blog entries that are embarrassing stories about myself, or that show me in a bad light. As such, here’s another anecdote, one that happened a few years ago.

I was in school, leaning on against a wall, when a friend of mine approached.

“Hey, Adam!” she said, angrily. She then started accusing me of lots of things that were untrue, and that she was not at all happy about it. I actually cannot remember what it was she was saying just that she was wrong.

“That’s not true,” I said. “So please stop talking.”

But she wouldn’t have it. This just made her angrier and she continued with her allegations.

“I didn’t actually do any of that, trust me,” I said. “Now please stop accusing me, I don’t like it.”

But still she carried on, attracting a lot of attention as she did so.

“This is starting to get pretty annoying, please leave me alone!” I said, beginning to lose patience.

But she refused, and carried on.

“Please just shut the darn up! You darning darn!” I said, as my anger unexpectedly exploded. I quickly took off one of my shoes and threw it at her.

“Ouch! You’re so violent,” she said, continuing her rambling.

“Please shut up! I can’t possibly imagine having to endure such nonsense from a more annoying person! Stop talking to me!” I said as I put my shoe back on.

“Urgh it’s like talking to the Human Dictionary,” she said.

“Oh.” I thought that was quite nice. “Thank you,” I said with a smile.

“That wasn’t a compliment,” she said.

“It was for me!” I said, still feeling happy with it.

The argument seemed to mellow a little from then onward, mainly because her poor insulting skills had left me feeling pretty happy with her. But this story shows me rather childishly getting furiously angry, and even violent, thus showing me in a bad way, as Dalfino requested. I didn’t include my friend’s name as I’m not sure if she’d want me to include it, and I’m currently feeling too lazy to ask her.

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