Dont eat the frustrations. Don’t eat them and digest them.
I realise I’m quite good at disguising anger behind bare jokes tho until at some point I crack and explode. This is not a good way to live by any means but it makes for some hilarious stories which I shall elaborate on in later posts.
The other day someone happened to anger me over something stupid and banal. I should have dealt with it there and then and said “mate you’re fucking pissing me off stop it”. But no. I’m afraid of confrontation. I sat there smiling like a pleb. However on the inside I harnessed the power of my minds eye and imagined Vincent Van Dog lashing out a diarrhoea masterpiece on their face and in and around their mouth.
It was quite therapeutic.