Deep thought in the middle of the night.
Reading often triggers random thoughts in my brain. Strange, but it happens to the best of us. Suddenly find ourselves thinking even after all the careful avoidance.
So I got to realizing that I blow up for no terribly good reason. Something silly happens, like a drink gets bumped into and I get a little spillage on me. And I blow up. And then I’m OK again. It’s like I have this bottomless well of anger in me somewhere; unfocused, undirected. There’s no source for it, I haven’t really got anything to be THAT angry about in my life.
But I blow up and I yell at my friends. And they don’t deserve it. So if any of you happen to read this, I’m sorry guys. If I ever figure it out, I’ll let you know. Feel free to haul off and belt me the next time I do it. I probably deserve it.