[Filed under: life, prettifullness, ranttime]

We’ve all been mad to some degree. Some get mad easier than others, some get mad more often than others. I myself am a pretty hot-headed person and I get irritated pret-ty easily, but never did I get genuinely mad. When I say that, I don’t mean the “about to kill the first person you see” type of mad.. and I thought that was the worst type possible. Nope, because even if you do feel that way, you probably won’t actually kill someone.

Recently, I’ve finally gotten past that “kill everything” level and reached the ultimate level of madness. I won’t get into detail about what happened, but all I know is that being that mad felt scary. Basically, when someone is continuously yelling at me with gatling words, I usually don’t say anything until they’re done – and if those words hit my core, then I start tearing a little. It’s natural for me. It was like that until I suddenly felt really light. I heard someone yelling at me, but I didn’t know what they were saying – the words were going out the other ear. Or maybe I did know what was being said but I just didn’t care anymore. I felt like an empty shell, empty enough to think I had no soul… or something or other xD I really had no thoughts or emotion, though. And as you might know, no emotions = the worst thing in the world to me…so I was pretty scared after I realized what happened.

Fact #1: Once I get that angry, I remain emotionless and will rarely talk until the other person admits they were wrong.

Fact #2: Even with my void-of-all-emotions face, I’m still a readable person and you can easily tell what I’m “feeling”.

Well that’s that, and next, it’s about crappy people and events in life~!!

Now what does that have to do with scabs? Well, you know how people say that your heart (or mind) gets scarred/wounded aka hurt. Alright, so when you get a small injury like a wide-but-not-deep cut (or anything of the like), it becomes a scab. The injury itself doesn’t hurt anymore at all but there are some people out there who like to pick on scabs (raises hand). Now when talking about this in the metaphorical way, it can go both ways: you can pick your own scab or someone else can pick on it (doesn’t really sound pleasant x.x). Well, if the scabs are big enough, it’s gonna still hurt when you do pick on it (man, I had something like that once from falling off a bike….that shit was not pretty xDD). I guess what I’m trying to say is that you can get over a hurtful situation all you want, but the scabs may remain or become scars. Sometimes you’re gonna keep picking on it (aka remember it like crazy) or other people are gonna pick on it (maybe it’s the person who hurt you, or others just keep asking you about it). In some ways, a scar may actually be better. Sure, it’s still there and visible, but it eventually becomes a part of you – it’s just a weird area of color on your skin. A scab on the other hand, is still prone to bleeding and might even become worse if it keeps getting picked at.

I’m pretty sure none of this might make sense, but I just felt like I wanted to say it. And now I’m feeling a lot better :D yays for blogging, it’s a great way to relieve stress XD

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I love metaphors, it makes talking about life so fun and sometimes it’s like an inside-the-circle-of-friends thing, so that makes it even more enjoyable :D yay for blogging, yay for friends, yay for LIFE ~ ~

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I ragingly typed this on on Thursday, September 2nd, 2010 at 2:57 am. You can be a stalker to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can yell back, or trackback from your own site.