Raging Bitch

December 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

I was really angry this time, but it was more than anger. And I was right. So very right.

It was rage, I was enraged in a way that was blinding and enlightening at the same time, because it seemed so obvious that I was right and everyone else was wrong. My rage was justified and my mind was clear as crystal, sharp as a tack. There was nothing else but it and me, and together we became a beautiful bubble of righteousness that nothing in this world could destroy. Like radioactive superheroes or mole men, my rage and I would last forever, our bond made stronger by a desire for ruthless and sweet revenge.

It had become apparent in the last five minutes that everyone else was a jerk. They didn’t listen to me, making them double, nay triple jerks, assholes really.  « Read the rest of this entry »

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