here's a story from north america
so yesterday I totally flipped a shit. in a twenty mile radius of where I was: ladies fainting, men screaming. it was amazing.
life has not been particularly kind to me these past few weeks, and I ended up walking home in the rain from the doctor's office. now, at the moment, massachusetts is in some sort of state of emergency for this freaking sky water and the horrible winds that're tagging along. my umbrella wasn't doing jack shit. my pants were soaked, water had somehow got in my wellies, and my tote bag was doing nothing to keep the rain out the top.
and then this umbrella was doing even less jack shit when the wind just. completely destroyed the thing. I'm talking ripping the fabric at the seams, just wrecking it.
maybe it was just all the stress culminating over the past few weeks but that was the last straw. I am a normally quiet person, and I keep my feelings to myself. but this was like shaking up the biggest, meanest bottle of coke and then loosening the lid.
I went apeshit. taking this dumbass umbrella and just pulverising it on the sidewalk. I remember yelling, but not what I was saying; it was some random stream of cursewords like "GOD DAMNIT FUCKER FUCK YOUR SHIT I'VE PUT UP WITH YOU FOR WEEKS NOW I PAID MONEY FOR YOU DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME I WILL KILL YOU SO HARD I SWEAR TO GOD"
something like that. think john cleese beating his car in fawlty towers ("I'VE LAID IT ON THE LINE FOR YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN...")
anyway, I looked up after a few good swings -- my umbrella was a sad, twisted thing at that point -- and I saw that there was a tour group of recently-accepted students to the college just standing there. staring at me.
to my credit, I've probably given them a good idea of how this school can get to you. think of it as preparation for their first year.
despite everything, it was a very therapeutic experience. I'll tell anyone this: if you want to really blow off steam, buy some cheap umbrellas and go apetit on them. you'll feel awesome, I promise.
life has not been particularly kind to me these past few weeks, and I ended up walking home in the rain from the doctor's office. now, at the moment, massachusetts is in some sort of state of emergency for this freaking sky water and the horrible winds that're tagging along. my umbrella wasn't doing jack shit. my pants were soaked, water had somehow got in my wellies, and my tote bag was doing nothing to keep the rain out the top.
and then this umbrella was doing even less jack shit when the wind just. completely destroyed the thing. I'm talking ripping the fabric at the seams, just wrecking it.
maybe it was just all the stress culminating over the past few weeks but that was the last straw. I am a normally quiet person, and I keep my feelings to myself. but this was like shaking up the biggest, meanest bottle of coke and then loosening the lid.
I went apeshit. taking this dumbass umbrella and just pulverising it on the sidewalk. I remember yelling, but not what I was saying; it was some random stream of cursewords like "GOD DAMNIT FUCKER FUCK YOUR SHIT I'VE PUT UP WITH YOU FOR WEEKS NOW I PAID MONEY FOR YOU DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME I WILL KILL YOU SO HARD I SWEAR TO GOD"
something like that. think john cleese beating his car in fawlty towers ("I'VE LAID IT ON THE LINE FOR YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN...")
anyway, I looked up after a few good swings -- my umbrella was a sad, twisted thing at that point -- and I saw that there was a tour group of recently-accepted students to the college just standing there. staring at me.
to my credit, I've probably given them a good idea of how this school can get to you. think of it as preparation for their first year.
despite everything, it was a very therapeutic experience. I'll tell anyone this: if you want to really blow off steam, buy some cheap umbrellas and go apetit on them. you'll feel awesome, I promise.