Some people (who don't know me in real life, mind you) have read my blo g and now think I have anger management problems. I actually find it amusing personally, as do my friends who know me.

Anyone agree/disagree/have any insights?

Stevie, I remember all of your posts and you worked through a lot of stuff. Anger can come through your writing so they must be "seeing" something? Maybe you control your anger so well now that no one sees it in your real life?

SIGH. In my original post I put in my **** address so you could actually READ what I’m talking about but obviously I’m not allowed to put web addresses in here. Thanks for replying though, to this stupid and pointless post! I might just copy and paste one entry here as an illustration. People who only know me online think I’m insane. LOL. I think it’s funny personally. Anyway, see for yourself! I consider it funny observations that are half serious, half joking.

You know what I hate?

(1) When you get to a set of traffic lights and you want to cross the road and you see someone is already standing there...what do you do? Do you press the button and then endure their withering expression that plainly says, "I'm standing right here. Do you think I'm so dumb I wouldn't have pressed the magic button myself? Moron!" or do you risk the possibility that they really ARE that dumb and not press it, but then end up missing the lights all together, and also take the chance that you may savagely beat them when they turn to you and say inanely, "Gee...I mustn't have pressed the button! Fancy that!"

Similarly, when you are the one waiting at the lights first, and have OBVIOUSLY pressed the button, and then some dribbling idiot arrives and presses it again. Sometimes they'll even look over at you as if you say, "I pressed the button. I don't think you look smart enough to have pressed it yourself. But see, *I* am smart so I pressed it. Imagine if I hadn't come along? You would've been standing here for hours, not having pressed that button!" Whenever anyone presses the button after I am already standing there, I always (ALWAYS) glare at them with hateful rage.

(2) When you're on a bus and you or someone else has pressed the button to get off at the next stop, and then someone else presses it after you when the thing at the front of the bus is CLEARLY LIT UP SAYING "NEXT STOP" or "BUS STOPPING" or some similar signal that YES, the button HAS BEEN PRESSED! Such fools, these people! Why go out in public at all, I say? What's the point?

What makes the above scenario even more annoying is when the said idiot keeps on pressing the button, growing ever more distressed by its lack of being pressed, as they think it's not working. *sigh of hideously suppressed fury*

(3) When you open a packet of chips and find that not only is the packet now 2/3 full of air (I'm SURE they're putting more air in there now! Anybody else suspect this?), but that pretty much all the chips have been crushed into tiny crumbs...what the hell is that!? How're you supposed to eat this? Are you expected to eat from a packet of chips using a SPOON? Is that the supermarket's idea of a sick joke?!

(4) When YOU try to play a joke on whoever unsuspectingly tries to buy one of these packets of chips by bringing in an old, used and opened packet, and stuffing it with a banana skin before re-sealing it (using nothing really), some supermarket worker always seems to find this fake pack of chips before anyone else, and discards it. WHY? Just let me have my fun, will ya? Dammit.

(5) Also, when all you want is ONE plastic eating utensil like, say a spoon, but don't want to buy a whole pack, so you go in and break open a pack of such utensils and take one...I mean...why do we have to resort to stealing a single plastic spoon, eh? In this day and age, just GIVE them away for COB'S SAKE! Or at least sell them separately!

The same thing applies with batteries...I was always having to go into supermarkets and swap my old empty batteries for new ones...I was forced to open the packet, take out my old useless batteries and put them in the packet, and then put the new batteries in my walkman (this is obviously before the invention of MP3 players or musical phones)...batteries are just too expensive...(apparently it was also before the invention of security cameras)

And also with black textas in packets...(that word looks wrong..."texta"... meh, whatever). They always run out first, so you're made to put black textas from other new packets in the supermarket into your soon-to-be-bought packet, in the place of the puke-worthy colours like that hideous swamp green/brown colour or the off yellow thing...who actually uses these gag vomit shades?! JUST PUT MORE BLACKS IN THERE, PEOPLE! NOBODY WANTS YOUR PUTRESCENT COLOURS!

(6) When you're typing something, and for some reason you just keep making the same mistake over and over, like hitting the wrong keys on the same word, and you just can't type it right!!! And then your hand almost goes a bit crazy and your brain starts to get really annoyed...this may just happen to me. LOL.

(7) When you're in a lift and others too are in it, and you press your button you notice several other buttons are pressed, and then at some stage the lift stops...and nobody gets out or in...and you're thinking, "Ok...who the hell pressed the wrong floor and now won't even pretend they're NOT a damn FOOL and get out and let us all get to where we're probably late to get to!?"

What makes this even worse is (a) if you're late, (b) if the lift smells really bad, (c) when it happens numerous times during the same lift ride, and (d) when the person you think it is finally does get out, and then you realise they've just farted in the lift, leaving you alone with someone who thinks it's you.

(8) When you're sleeping in a place where there are several other people also sleeping (such as a party of some sort perhaps), and someone is snoring very loudly, and you're trying to make as much noise as possible to make sure that anyone who might be awake knows it's not you snoring. This really stresses me out. LOL.

(9) When you make a major effort to keep dry if it's pouring when you leave the house, like you've got your big coat on (I have a lovely coat, I shall refer to it in my next journal entry which shall be in approximately 3 minutes) and you've got your umbrella and you're wearing sneakers (even though you're going to work. You thus have to change into different shoes when you get there, which is also inconvenient but you make the effort in order to stay dry)...and you're doing well, you're pretty dry, and then...you're almost where you're going (such as waiting at lights to cross the highway to get to the bus stop, or to get to work)...and then a bus comes by and literally sends a TIDAL WAVE of water crashing all over you.

This actually happened to me at the very end of my first week at my job. I was so happy to be dry, as I'd been soaked every day previously that week, but this time I was properly prepared...and then the evil swine bus came and ruined everything.

I had water all over me, like my hair was completely drenched and right down to my socks and sneakers...my pants were stuck to me like glue, and basically...I would have been more dry if I'd actually jumped into a pool fully clothed. That is how wet I was. I almost turned around and went home, I was so appalled. It was like something out of a movie! LOL.

(10) When you buy a ridiculously expensive banana from the supermarket and when you go to eat it that same night, find it's all black and disgusting. $15.99 a kilo for inedible fruit!? BAH TO THAT!

Hi Stevie, to me it sounds like you are just plain irritated. Why are you so "prickly"? What is really bothering you? I wouldn't even be focusing on these different "button" issues. What's the point, it just gets you irritated. I had to weed out these little things in my life at one point. If something keeps irritating you and you can't change it you have 2 choices. 1) You can change nothing and continue on wasting your energy or 2) You can decide to not focus on this stuff to save your mental health. (I can't believe that you steal batteries! Is there something going on here that you feel that you deserve better or that you don't have to be responsible? I can't quite put my finger on it....) And about getting wet at the curb - can you just stand back?

Hey Sannah, thanks for your post. I’ve read others of your’s.

Firstly, as I said above, the posts like this are sort of meant as joking annoyances. Like a type of angry Jerry Seinfeld style of thinking/writing. I am I think slightly more concerned by the number of people who take it 100% seriously and are now concerned for my sanity. LOL. I don’t think I have anger issues to be honest, but maybe I’m completely delusional and I do and just can’t see it myself.

Yeah, the post there is prickly, for sure, and I do find I get irritated by things like what I posted about, but again, it’s not like I walk around the streets yelling at people in my mind. LOL. God no. I’m not that bored.

The battery thing was a joke too. I did that once when I was 16 and found it sort of humorous at the time. Obviously I’m aware it’s stealing, but for me, I find it funny because it’s not hurting anyone, it’s just a pack of batteries, it wasn’t directly stealing anyway because I switched the old ones, and so on…I’m not justifying it, I’m just saying I think it’s sort of funny.

I don’t know if I feel entitled to whatever, or that I don’t need to take responsibility. I guess I do in a way, not sure why though. I sort of tend to do stuff like this sometimes, as if I’m above it because I’m more intelligent than the dopes at the supermarket or whatever who don’t even have enough security cameras to see it happening or whatever…sort of like a dare…I’ve always done things like that when people have been with me, never when I’m alone, not because I’m scared when I’m alone, but just because I wouldn’t bother with that stuff if there’s no one to see it/laugh at it, etc.

I don’t know…maybe I’m not quite living in reality or something. That could be a distinct possibility.

Anyway, thanks again for your reply to my long and rambling post on my ****!

Oh, and the curb thing? I couldn’t step back actually because there literally is nowhere to step back TO on this particular curb. You step back and you’re in the middle of a smaller road. I also didn’t realise the bus would drive by quite so quickly and close to the curb. Ugh. LOL. This was a year ago now actually, almost to the day.