Shu: He who Rises Up.

I think I’ve become addicted to ranting. Like completely addicted. I love it. I think I may actually have an illness or something. I don’t even rant about faintly important things, like Society or a corrupt legal system. I rant about the weather, about how the software at work never does what it's supposed to, about how rude people at work are.
All it takes is for me to find something that I find even a tiny bit annoying and it’s all over. This horrible mass of angry words swells up inside me until I can’t help myself and I just spit it out. You can always tell when I’m ranting because I talk a lot faster than usual. I don’t even have to be able to see it to get mad about it.
Take today for example. I ended up complaining to A about how my friend tries to sexy dance with me and I have no idea what to do back. Then my complaint turned into a rant about how she doesn’t stop and I try to find ways of backing out of it but everytime I move, she kind of follows me, WHILE STILL SEXY DANCING! There were hand gestures and full body demonstrations. I’m afraid to think of what it looked like to anyone who wasn’t in the conversation (that would be everyone who walked by except A). Probably like I’d just escaped from a crazy house and had ambushed A on her way into town. I feel bad that she has to put up with me sometimes...
I had a rant about the weather when I came home on Facebook.
It’s awful. I’d typed out this huge raving comment before I’d even really realised what it was I was saying.


Jessie 'Fangs' Young:
It's been horrendous all effing week.
I hate this kind of weather.
It needs to make up it's bloody mind and either be a MILLION degrees or snow for 4 months.
Not try to rain and just cry cos it can't do it properly.
It's like a semi erection rain.
Rain's piss.
Cos you can't do anything.
Your hair gets ruined, your make up ends up half way down your face.
You're clothes get wet and then you have to sit in the pub in damp jeans and it's just SHIT!


That's a slightly nicer version of the original. Lets just say, God wouldn't have appreciated the previous message...
All that over a little bit of rain. I need medicating or something.
I should also probably go to bed. I have to get the bus to work and I still have no idea what time it’s supposed to come to the new bus stop. I’m not even going to rise to the bait of buses. It’s not worth losing my sanity over.