Why am I so damn angry? Strangers I don’t know, get on my nerves at the gym. Little dogs dressed in outfits make my stomach hurl. Neighbors who don’t know how to decorate, steams my broccoli. Men who kiss badly should be thrown in jail. People who talk at the movies or too loud on their cell phones should be tasered by the public.
Not everybody gets on my nerves, but a lot of people do. Sometimes I think of taking a yoga class or having one of those trendy spa enemas, that are supposed to calm you down, but I still haven’t done it, and probably never will.
Anger is interesting, people that hold it in scare me; people that let it out and go crazy really scare me. So what’s really the right way to be? I hate when some loser will say turn the other cheek; turn the other cheek and get your butt smacked I say.
Paula Dean said in her first television interview when addressing her use of the N word, “I is what I is, and I’m not changing.” It made me laugh, not only did she cry without tears, but she actually really just said, “this is me and I’m not changing; so fuck off, you ’all.” Which is a stupid PR move on her part, but I guess I’m like Paula in the way of, I Is What I Is, And I’m Not Changing.