For whatever reason the past two days have not been fun at all. Everything seems to be an annoyance and I am just tired. I know I have to make some new choices in order for my life to be happier and the way I want it to be.. but there are just some times when I feel like throwing my arms in the air..maybe even throwing a temper tantrum! I am sure my raging hormones are not helping me out with this situation this week.. but still. I came across this blog today and though the story is a little more dramatic as well as completely different situations- the concept is the same.
Sneaky Hate Spiral
Most of the time, I'm pretty even-tempered. Aside from the odd nervous breakdown or caffeine-induced bliss-seizure, I have the emotional variation of sand. However, every once in a great while, I'll lapse into what I like to call a "sneaky hate spiral."The buildup:
Sneaky hate spirals begin simply enough. In fact, that is one of the hallmarks of sneaky hate spirals - they are merely the confluence of many unremarkable annoyances.
Your day begins poorly.
Before you've had a chance to recover from your unpleasant awakening, you are pummeled by a series of unfortunate events. There are probably some loud and/or persistent sounds mixed in there, too.
The little frustrations start to happen more quickly. They ping against your psyche like hundreds of tiny pebbles.
The turning point:
The turning point is usually a minor but slightly jarring incident, initiated by some force of nature that cannot be blamed or scolded - like gravity or sleeplessness or wind. That last specification is very important. In order to send you into truly batshit crazy hysterics, the final straw must cause anger that cannot rationally be directed outward in any way.
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The rage enters your body, but cannot exit through either the blame or personal responsibility pathways. It therefore must travel to the very center of you where it will fester and eventually rupture.
Chaos:
When enough anger and hatred has accumulated inside of you, it will rupture through your pathetic sense of integrity and start spewing outwardly as if you are some sort of rage sprinkler, spraying your putrid hate all over anything that comes near you.
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You are officially out of control. At this late stage, there is no way around it. You are simply a helpless passenger in your psychotic war-machine of a body.
This girl is pretty creative with her story telling, she has several blog posts about things like spiders or wisdom teeth.. lol random but funny. you can check em out yourself if you go here
