Bus Travel can Suck

[laura_seabrook]

I am still angry and upset, even 20-30 minutes later.

I got accosted on the bus coming home with a full load of shopping by three young drunks. First fucking words - "Hey, that's really a guy!" I had my mobile phone radio on and pretended to not hear them, but maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should have just stood up and demanded an apology.

Seriously, I think I have a major anger problem.

I kept having visions of how nice it would be to stab them or bash their brains in with a kosh. When I lived in Carrington there was a group of youths who used to run up and kick my door in as they passed. One day I had a bit of forewarning about this and chased one of them with my kitchen knife. On other occasions I've chased teenage kids down the street with the axle off a wheelie bin. The rage just welled up in me.

I have a history of grand mal epilepsy and it it occurs to me that tendency towards violence might be influenced by that. I really don't know, but I'm sick and fucking tired of no brain wanker fuck wits taking it upon themselves to abuse me. Despite the fact that these feelings of rage scare me, the next one gets an eye gouged out (maybe).

Comments

[rashelleym.livejournal.com]

I frankly don't think you have an "anger problem". Or does your boarder constantly have black eyes and bruises and so forth? But the degrees and gradations of mens rage and bullying ("mens" being Loutin for "mind") can be shown by the etymology and currency of the word "defenestrate". But thinking about throwing people out a window, preemptively assaulting them, or even roasting their more tender parts over a bed of glowing coals are only distractions while a momentary pulse of anxiety runs its physiological course (of course only in my own experience).

[laura-seabrook.livejournal.com]

Pity I couldn't actually open the bus windows.
You give me ideas.