October 28, 2002
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The latest blog drew some comments I had to answer. First, for NFP, it was definitely only one punch, directly on my nose. At the time, I didn’t know that such a shot could black both eyes, but since then a few boxers and SCA fighters have assured me that it’s not uncommon for that to happen. When the swelling went down, I had a perfect symmetrical raccoon face, didn’t need eyeshadow.
I love the way some of you are getting accustomed enough to my ins and outs not to be so sure that this time is the last time with Stony. *heehee* We shall see, eh? I love being the only one who knows.
In response to Exmortis (one of the sharpest minds on Xanga) who thought that indignation was a good start and that anger was “justified”, I feel a desire to express my view on anger. Anger is a manifestation of fear, I’ve been told. That makes sense to me. As I have transcended fear, anger has been falling away, too (much to my family’s relief).
At the time of that last blast from Stony (almost thirty years ago), I still had a lot of fear and a lot of anger. However, I wasn’t angry about the punch in the nose. On the one hand, I understood where it came from. I was familiar with his use of violence to cope with things beyond his control. He learned that from his father. On the other hand, he had no right to punch me. It was an affront, and I was indignantly affronted, but I was out of his grasp, free, and he wouldn’t get another whack at me, so my predominant feeling was relief–with just a touch of self-satisfaction that I hadn’t caved in again.
My resident ArmsMerchant, Greyfox, blogged today about his favorite food… at least that’s what he said the blog was about. I read it, and he has managed to cram a whole lot of autobiography into that sandwich.
As for me, I have my next installment of the memoirs in progress on ol’ Schpeedy the laptop, and I’m learning keyboard shortcuts since his trackball is the latest thing to go tits up. Doug has an online Survivor tournament this week and monopolizes this computer every waking minute. Fortunately, he naps occasionally and gives me a chance to browse your blogs and comment, and to post what I’ve been writing. Now I’m outta here, back to my bed and my laptop confidant.
Comments (4)
I have to much anger in me and everyone says it one of this days I’m going to snap and take out half the globe…
OH, I’m so sorry to hear about the trackball. – that made me think of a question. How difficult is it for you to get replacement parts – how far out in the boonies do you guys live? I’m assuming with all the wildlife wandering around that you aren’t in an urban hub of any sort … have you blogged about this before? I have been known to complain about having to drive an hour or so into Louisville for my stuff – and that got me wondering what your set-up was like.
Just be grateful he doesn’t play “Everquest”. That game is like a drug, and I’m not just saying that. I watched my two brothers-in-law play that game in 16 hour shifts every day for almost 3 years. My husband and I got hooked on it when I first got my computer and we used to get in fights over who’s turn it was to play. Insanity. We’ve all kicked the habit now though.
Oh, and thanks for the link. I haven’t read it yet, but I will soon.
I had not really equated fear with Anger – but as I thought about, I realised you have come to a truth here. Something I am battling with myself right now.
Anger can also stand alone though. I seldom get angry, but can do, and these times fear has nothing to do with it.