Dec 19 2008
My Rage
You all would like another tip on how to spur words onto the computer screen, to get you writing, to get the mind going. This one’s an easy tip–
Get angry.
Get angry like I am right now.
In fact, it’s the very reason I’m posting this particular article. I’m in a rage right now. Don’t get me wrong–I’m perfectly civil. In fact, I still treat many with respect, my roommates too. Although I’ve sentenced myself to my room without being social. For good reason.
Outside, I’m being civil. Inside I’m dying to drop a satchel of active grenades on the carpet and watch the fireworks fly. Inside, I wish to toss this computer out my window, toss all my clothes out the window. Inside, I want to beat the living pulp out of every damn racist, rapist, hypocrit and damn pathetic know-it-all who wants to look down on me and say that I’m not as good a person as he or she is. Figuratively speaking. No, I wouldn’t do that in real life. Not at all. But the demon inside me is just dying to drink turpentine and then piss all over live sparking wires, watch the buildings crumble and crash and watch everyone’s ’stuff’ burn as they wonder how their pitiful papered insurance policies will cover all their assets–or asses–or both. Meaningless viral infections walking the decrepit earth, searching for some kind of meaning in their damn sofas and lazy-susans and perfectrelationships and snazzy Toyota Celicas done in pretty fire engine red.
See how I just wrote all this? Why? ‘Cause I’m angry. I’m deathly furious. I’m sick of the world. And yet, I can ‘write’ 
. Writing’s great. It’s a wonderful outlet, isn’t it? It’s akin to therapy. Writing as therapy. Sometimes punching the keyboard feels good. Damn good.
Damn good. Now leave me the hell alone.
