Bringin' in the noise

Okay. Suffice it to say, this blog is my therapy. Most things I say on here that the world reads are things that, well let's be honest, they are things I'd say in person out loud too. But, the point is that this is easier because I can formulate how I want to express myself. You know, without curse words and loud noises (I love lamp).

Anyway, I've decided that yelling is actually a fun way to release angst. It's also a good way to get a brain aneurysm, but we won't think about that right now. It's not that I enjoy yelling, it's just that it feels good sometimes. You know, when you're sitting in traffic for hours on end and you want to scream at the top of your lungs because its just SSSOOO annoying. Yeah, that kind of yelling.

I will say, that most people who talk to me on a regular basis (this means you family) think that my enthusiastic way of talking is yelling. All these years, they are convinced I'm yelling, when in fact I'm just being enthusiastic about what I'm saying. Don't mistake the word "enthusiastic" as inflecting anything positive by the way.

So, what does this mean? Nothing to you really. But, at least you know that when you're yelling into a pillow at night because your husband/boyfriend/mother/father/sister/brother/aunt/uncle/nephew/niece/best friend/boss/college roommate/darth vader/residents of hoth/ex etc. upsets you... that you are not alone.