I am developing quite a temper these days. I suppose, if I had to trace a cause, it would lead to all my recent activities – one cannot be arguing for secularism, and quarreling about women’s rights, and bickering over discrimination based on appearance, without becoming a little frustrated in the process.
So occasionally I notice that my anger flares up, white-hot and blinding, and I lash out or snap, and then it subsides, but it never really goes away. It sort of lingers, as a sodden resentment, as the smell of burnt toast now lying, black and horrid, in the sink. This bothers me less than the flashes – I dislike losing control. I fancy my mood swings are always tightly regulated, but that is not so. I am just more aware of them, because introspection lends me its observations. And these latest bursts of unrestrained anger need to subside.
Goodness only knows when that will happen though 😛 must cut down on the feminist non-fiction, I think.
See you guys soon 🙂