Until I was reminded by Kevin today, I had completely forgotten that we mapped out the Erin Stages of Anger in high school. We were having a discussion about my newest girly issue (and let me tell you: the are abounding as of late) and he asked if I had cried yet...
And I laughed hysterically because I completely forgotten about it.
The joke with my friends in highschool was that if they ever saw me crying, they were to run as fast as their adolescent feet could carry them and dive into a bathtub to avoid the explosion and hope that the light above them didn't cut them when it fell (I watched the rock last night). Assuming you haven't known me very long, chances are you haven't seen it get that far. For your safety:
1.annoyance
2.sarcastic bitchiness
3.irritation
4.pissed off
5.fury
6.shock
7.incredulity
8.frustration
9.tears
10. goes either way: hostile physical reaction (hitting, screaming, biting) or complete despondency.
I haven't been that angry enough to know which one I prefer. I think the hitting is better because it's a short burst and gets it all out of my system. The despondency lives on for days, and a couple of times it lasted a few weeks.
Also, someone was telling me how they ought to put breathalizers on cell phones (they may have been relating the work of a stand-up comic). THIS IS ESPECIALLY TRUE WITH MY FRIENDS! No matter who is the most sober, we always end up allowing at least 4 drunken phone calls to happen. It's like, "Hey, can I have my phone?" "Why?" "I want to call ______." "NO!!!" "I mean I want to check my messages..." "Oh, ok."
FunkMaster Flex says, "DON'T (dddon't don't) DO IT (bbbbbbbbaabyyy baby)"
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