Yes. A Cracked article. Some of you are cringing away in fear or hatred or disgust or whatever. That's nice. I'm glad you have formed a strong opinion and are sticking to your principles, or whatever other platitude-thingy fits in right here, but I don't care too terribly much if you hate Cracked. John Cheese just made a few extremely good points that make me view my day a bit better.
In that vein of thought, I have been angry all day today. Not like, mildly irritated or somewhat frustrated. No, I have been MAXIMUM ANGRY at everything, ALL DAY. At work, I was mentally calling little old ladies awful, horrible things as they stood there in front of me, as I drove a giant, very noisy floor cleaning machine, debating which of twenty-five brands of frozen vegetables fits their precise and highly optimized dietary needs the most, quietly weighing the cost versus health benefits in a compl- JUST FUCKING MOVE. MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS BEFORE I RUN YOU DOWN LIKE AN EXTRA IN DEATH RACE 2000. I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE SHOPPING AND YOU HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE FUCKING WORLD TO PICK BROCCOLI. I AM CLEANING AND I HAVE EXACTLY 42 MINUTES TO FINISH THIS, CLEAN THE BATHROOMS, AND FUCKING STOCK THE ENTIRE PRODUCE DEPARTMENT, AND ALL OF THOSE THINGS TAKE THIRTY MINUTES. PLEASE. FUCKING. MOVE.
And now I'm happy again, because I DIDN'T shout that at some poor old lady that's just shopping for groceries, and instead I have enough self control to smile politely, go around them, skip an aisle to give them time to shop without pressuring them or making them move, and even ask them if they need assistance as I pass. Anger, sadness, worry, annoyance, they are all natural emotions and have to be felt sometimes. If you are happy 100% of the time, you scare me, legitimately. It's very healthy to get angry when something frustrating happens. It's even more healthy to practice self control and not blow up like a goddamn lunatic sociopath when you feel that anger.
And now I'm going to go enjoy the very best part of my day, collapsing into the callous and uncaring embrace of my bed, and having a variety of freakish, nightmarish dreams until I wake up tired, angry, and looking on the new day with suspicion, distrust, and wary hatred. On the bright side, I should get some WH40k models next week sometime. Glorious, expensive, gribbly Tyranids.