Mar. 8th, 2005
I find myself wanting to punch people in the throat. Over and over and over again. Not for any important reason. But because they engage in minor discourtesies and acts of stupidity. And I just have to remember being twelve. And knocking down my little brother. And kicking him over and over again. My little brother who was about 1/2 my weight or less. And how I could have easily hurt him permanently. Because he was flicking pebbles at me and one hit me...
And so I grit my teeth and smile and let it go...
And so I grit my teeth and smile and let it go...