I’ve become a howling mass of rage nowadays. I don’t understand it, I look as though butter won’t melt in my mouth but we all know that that means nothing at all really. The Elizabethans would say that I am filled with yellow bile. It’s called the Theory of Humours, but of course you knew that. Of course you did.
Well anyway, I howled at the VP of the company for ‘forgetting’ to print me new visiting cards (I’ve worked here two years goddamit people I have rights!) , I howled at the credit card company for messing up my bill, I howled at the taxi driver who didn’t know the way, I howled at the conductor who didn’t have change, I howled at the lady who cut in line ahead of me, I howled at various people spitting / leching / eating / laughing / sighing, I howled at my hapless friend who had the gall to ask me a question thrice. Thrice! Do people not listen any more?! Aargh.
Well whatever, nobody seems to be buying it. Even when I’m mad, it appears that I’m meek. People are beginning to annoy me a lot, a LOT I say. I bet people would take me a lot more seriously if I looked like her.
