Do you ever want to hit someone? I mean, for real? Not just in that fuzzy fantasy land you sometimes go to in your mind, but where you literally have to make a conscious effort not to knock the shit out of the person standing before you???
That's how I feel right about now.
So, what do you do with your pent up aggression?
Do you try to get drunk, bury the feelings of sheer rage? Doesn't that just make it worse?
Do you have sex to maybe burn off some of the energy? (As a side note, I never understood the whole fight and make up theory - seems to me that if someone really pisses me off, the less I want to go to bed with them...but that's just me...)
Maybe you work out, sweat some of the discontent off.
Honestly, when I'm really pissed off, I just have to wait it out. I'm not one to hold a grudge, as fighting pisses me off worse than whatever the original issue was. But sometimes, like now, my husband can make me so pissy that I just want to hit him. I keep telling myself that my adolescent days are behind me and that no real good could come from bloodying his nose, but my physical reaction to anger is sometimes, nearly, almost, as strong as the great wisdom and maturity I've developed over the last dozen years or so...
And I know I probably shouldn't come on here and vent about my other (notice I don't say better) half, as that is a real pet peeve of mine...but right now, my aggravation with him is by far outweighing any couth I have in the relationship etiquette department.
I won't go into detail about what a dumb ass he is, but I figure it is typical male behavior.
What is wrong with the male psyche, that whenever someones tells you they don't want you to do something, come hell or high water you're going to do it just to show them that you can?
I don't want to be his mother. Not at all. I hate nagging. So I don't. But I do get pissed. And sometimes want to resort to physical violence. I won't (at least I'm 99% sure I won't), even if he deserves it....
So that's where I'm at. Pissed at my husband and venting about it out in cyber land.
On a Saturday night.
At home.
On the computer.
I'm so effin' lame.
