Anger Management

Ever have an angry day?

I don’t mean the kind of day where you feel a little bummed out, or you have legitimate cause to be angry because someone crashed into your parked car right after you got one of those fancy $30 car washes (although as an aside, you know that's a waste of money, right? It's going to rain eventually). I mean one of those days where every tiny little thing just makes you rage.

If you’re like me, there are a number of seemingly-insignificant things that can make you grit your teeth and bite your lip in manic frustration. Things that have made me rage lately include, but are not limited to:

-Knowing a little bit of HTML but not enough to make things on this site look like I want them to even though I know it’s possible and probably even easy.

-Similarly, when I know what I want to do in Photoshop and sort of know how to get there but not enough to actually get there and I'm too stubborn to ask Michael for help.

-This one particular aspect of my job that would be too long and boring to explain, but oh my god. It's yank-out-your-hair aggravating.

-People who absolutely refuse to back down from an argument even when they’re completely wrong. Yes, I do understand the irony here.

-One-word text messages. This probably stems from the prehistoric days when we had to pay 10 cents a message, whether we sent it or received it, but regardless, I have special frustrated noises reserved for people who send out the one-word text.

-Rage comics. They’re just so ugly, and I don’t like to look at ugly things, even on the off chance that they might make me chuckle to myself in agreement. They remind me too much of Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark illustrations, anyway.

-When somebody says that it's hypocritical for someone to order a cheeseburger and a Diet Coke. Bitch, we drink it for the taste. There was even a jingle about that.

-When the weather breaks into the TV show you're watching to tell you there's a slight chance of inclement weather in a county 40 miles south of you. Seriously, weatherman, I don't care. I'm watching House and I just want to know whether or not it's lupus.

And when you have an angry day, one thing just feeds into the next, much like in this oh-so-relevant Hyperbole and a Half comic. Out of cookies? Normally not so bad. But when I've already had an aggravating workday, been called out for loving Diet Coke with non-diet food, and wrestled with Photoshop all while receiving a bevy of one-word text messages? I'd stay out of arm-swinging range if I were you.