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I had one of the worst bad-luck days I've ever had today. I was supposed to go see a Perfect Circle and Mars Volta in Long Beach, but what no one told me was that the concert had been postponed. I didn't find out until I made the two-hour drive out there in bad traffic and pouring rain, holding in a piss the whole time. Now, I'm a pretty chill guy most of the time, but I have my limits. When I found out I had come out all that way for nothing, I just lost it. I must have cursed at the top of my lungs for at least 20 minutes. But then, after I'd gotten all that anger out, I took a deep breath and said "Damn, that felt good!" A great sense of calm came over me after that, and I was at peace. None of that shit that I had to go through bothered me anymore. So I guess I've learned that anger can be very therapeutic sometimes. Just thought I'd share.
"It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong."--Voltaire
I just had one today, the first in a while, my dad pissed me off and I told him to fuck off then started throwing shit all over my room and spitting everything and destroying whatever I felt like destroying. I don't feel that much better now and I also have a mess to clean up.