In Search of Anger Management

A rant.. because men are big, fat, stupid, poopoo-heads.

This is rapidly becoming a blog about why I don't blog. All I seem to do lately is make excuses as to why I haven't blogged. And this entry will be no exception. I've been mad lately. Seriously mad. I've been mad about everything, and I haven't wanted the bile to spew without control. I've been afraid of not being able to control it. I haven't wanted any unintended casualties of this uncontrollable anger, so I haven't blogged.

I am angry at men. Three times last week, I was threatened by strange men. If there is anything I've learned as a single woman living alone, there is nothing so frightening as a man targeting his rage at you for no apparent reason. Truly, even strange noises in the night do not compare.

I can't figure out what it was about me last week that seemed to indicate VICTIM to these men. Do I have it tattooed across my forehead? But you know, whatever it was that gave them the idea, they were right. They threatened me and completely got away with it. I don't blame myself for any of it; there was nothing I could have done to stop or prevent it. But it rankles that they were all able to terrorize me without consequence. To be honest, I'm fairly pissed about it, more pissed than the byline would have you believe.