Dec 03 2008
The ravioli incident
Something just happened that made me angrier than I have been in a long, long time. Enraged, to be more specific.
It all starts with my hungry stomach. I ignore it as I work for several hours and get up 5 hours later and decide to forage for something to eat. We don’t have much because we haven’t gone to the grocery store in a while.
You have to understand that my hand eye coordination and certain normal common sense skills don’t really apply to me as being standard. My better than 20/20 vision is canceled out by my double vision. I have strange ways of doing a great deal of normal things because my parents didn’t teach them to me, I wasn’t a social child (outcast type), and I just taught myself strange ways of doing things.
So, the can opener. I asked MH as he unpacked his things if he had an electric can opener. I was just curious.
“No. Of course not!”
He despises laziness in all forms. Understandable. Especially considering the ex wife. Anyhow.
I can use it pretty well, but the last few times I tried to use it, it seemed that I bent it. I bent it a lot today. I am trying to open one effin’ can and it is cutting the wrong spots and tearing at the paper, going nowhere, hurting my wrist.
Eventually, I gave up on the first can. All the time, my anger rose and I wanted to throw things, smash things, and other assorted enraged needs for physical violence at inanimate objects. I used to throw things when I was younger and alone and angry.
Fast forwarding to the second can, I used a hammer at one point to no avail and the kitchen, nearby microwave, and my shirt looked like I murdered someone. I got half of the second can open. I quickly pryed it to where the ravioli would fall out, heated it up, plastic bagged the evidence, put on a new shirt, garbaged it, and ate. Finally food! Not feeling dizzy in hunger or anger, I sat down to eat the ravioli. Pretty good for canned food.
I am happiest most of all that my anger just disappeared. I started laughing. When I was younger, when I felt that sort of anger (and that was the last time I felt that sort of anger) I never could expel it. Somehow, I just laughed it off.
So when you feel angry, just relax and laugh it off. Small stuff situations are usually full of humor and empty of seriousness.
