Month: July 2019

I have anger issues. I always have. I still haven’t figured out why I can get ticked off so easily, why my buttons are so easy to push.

I used to like to blame it on being Irish but I know that isn’t it, I don’t think.   Can anger be built into your DNA? Am I holding on to the anger of my ancestors?

Sometimes I think I’m angry because I’m a woman. We have valid reasons to be angry, don’t you think?  I look at the few pictures I have of my mother when she was pregnant with me, she doesn’t look happy and her clothes suggest she is in mourning. Did I grab her anger and now I can’t let go.

Sometimes my anger just swells up and unleashed destroys friendships, lovers, family.  What a waste of energy.

 

The big black truck with monster tires and a muffler that likes to be loud roars down our quiet small town streets. The owner of the truck likes to go fast so the two six foot American flags he has flying from the back end flap widely. Revving his engine so the muffler roars up and down the hill he flies his American flags.

I imagine that after a few beers at Smitty’s he goes home where he screams at his wife, ignores his kids, kicks the dog and hangs in his garage where he listens to Ted Nugent on the radio. Doing his part to make America great.