Do you ever find yourself irritated for no reasonable cause? I don't even know if irritated is the right word... sometimes I get the notion to tell people off - people I won't waste my time tracking down to do so, but rather, in my own head, I find myself running through what I would say if I had the opportunity by chance. It's quite amazing the things I come up with when I'm talking to myself... things I probably wouldn't say even given the chance because I know that its just hot air and not really fair to intentionally inflict pain on another for personal gain. But I wondered... am I the only one that does this?

For instance, lets say I'm washing dishes, or drying my hair. Every once in a while, my mind will wander to a person or situation that I feel could have been closed much differently. And when that difference leaves me with a void because there was never any true reconciliation of events, my mind will take a little trip down memory lane. I'll start out reminiscing, followed by a recap of why the situation feels incomplete. I'll try and find the good in the experience and I'm often successful in doing so. But sometimes, not all the time... sometimes I find myself mentally telling people off.

It's like a game of, "what would you say?" that goes on in the depths of my thought processes. I'd never really take my words so far as to lash out with my tongue without purpose, but my brain seems to go into the moment and find its own method of release. And the funny thing, when I realize I'm on a solitary mental parade through time and bring myself back to reality... I feel better.

The brain is an amazing piece of technology.

Suit yourself.

She's absolutely crazy - unreachable and so not worth the effort it takes to incorporate her in my life. For years she was nothing but a ruthless drunk who thought of no one before herself... if she ever thought about anyone else. She did buy lots of nice things for people, and she offered her help whenever possible, but be careful little kitten - it's not without repercussion. Every single act of "kindness" every portrayed by that evil woman was delivered with mighty strings as a "subtle" attachment. She moved here years ago to "help" her family, but has done nothing but verbally bash and threaten them since she arrived. I've taken all the time I can trying to love her unconditionally, for who she is (that bitch of a person she really is inside) and now, I'm so over it, so completely and entirely done. It's no wonder our family is so detached from one another - she's been stirring the pot the entire time, waiting in the shadows for the chance to turn everyone against each other so we could all be as miserable as her. When something doesn't go as she expects it, she turns, like a solid steel door to a bank vault, impossible to halt, less those who attempt be smashed in the attempt. I refuse to sit around and talk poorly, or listen to others talk poorly, about the people I hold dearest to my heart. If she can't tolerate that kind of honest devotion, then she deserves to be a lonely and sad woman, who stares ahead into a fate nothing less than dying alone and unloved. I'm done.