These words that I write, they keep me from total insanity. -Charles Bukowski

Feb 15, 2012

God Damned Dirty Hippies, Gave me Pneumonia...

Well, they didn't actually give it to me. But they certainly didn't make having it any easier.

Allow me to explain. Bunch of anarchists demonstrated outside of my place of employment last night. Kinda fun to watch, a bunch of kids who are only about 15-20 minutes older than the boots I'm wearing saying that all government is evil and all the world should be a love farm and all the prisons should be demolished and all the prisoners released.

I'm not going to lie, a part of me wanted to let one or two of them (prisoners) out and direct them to this crowd of hippies. After that experience I do believe that these children would be changing their thoughts on incarceration.

But I digress, so I caught pneumonia the other day. Couldn't hardly breath. Gasping and weezing all while trying to get a good deep breath. Until my girlfriend stood up, basically smacked me in the head and said, "Get your ass out of that bed, we're going to the hospital."

So, to make a long story short.

We went.
They made it so I could breath again.
X-rayed me.
Told me I had pneumonia.
Gave me some prescriptions and kicked me out the door.

However, since these dumb ass kids were protesting today I had to work a 16 hour shift which included me outside (in Chicago in February) in a parking garage, watching all of this. Not fun, and certainly not a great idea for a guy with pneumonia.

Needless to say I got angry. Which is kinda like my go-to emotion. I was pissed at these kids, at my boss, at my job, at myself, at pneumonia, at cigarettes, at my medicine. Pretty much if you could name it, I was pissed at it. It was one of those afternoons.

Here's the question I have. Since, for all intents and purposes, the angrier I got, the warmer I got, what an unholy powerful emotion anger is. I'm not even sure that I want to minimize or extinguish my anger anymore.

How the hell do you harness it? If it can warm a Chicago winter, then I can only imagine what else it could do. Now, how do you make it do what you want it to do?

That's not rhetorical, I want an answer please???

Later,

I love you Mom....

2 comments:

  1. I don't know about other people, but for me, anger can feel good, no, I mean great! If I wanted to open those doors, I could live off anger. But then there is the aftermath - not so great. I've never been a druggie, but I would imagine the feeling is much the same - great high - big let down. The world tells us that we are justified in our anger and that it is good to blow off steam. As a Christian, I'm told to put off anger, and that is what I choose. Do you want to hear the rest of my thoughts on how I do this - they're Biblical - not everyone wants to hear those thoughts?

    And thanks for Liebster Award.

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