Today I am supposed to write about what is making me mad.
Aside from nostalgia about the magazine, nothing much comes to mind. I am sure i get mad, but it is those fleeting surges that are really rather insignificant; like yesterday when I was standing at the top step of my porch when my mini great dane decides to jump on me and I almost fell back – but that isn’t anger it is really fear.
I drove to work this morning thinking about this… “what do I get mad about”.
- One that has been pointed out to me is that I do not like being teased, especially if there can be any inference about my being stupid.
- I hate people who make fun of others. I try really hard not to do this myself, not always successfully.
Other things upset me, but they do not quite make me mad.
(from here)
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