I had a bad dream tonight. Like, a really scary bad dream (and it was a "Harry Potter" bad dream too!). I was frightened when I woke up. Icky. Maybe I'll explain later.
But, see... I had a bad dream last night too. And that one wasn't exactly scary, but it was bad... and one that I don't want to talk or write about.
Wha... my subconscious sucks.
Me: So, I was listening to the Ramones last night...
Jamie: And what? And you realized that all punk from the beginning on sucks?
Me: Um... no...
I'm listening to "World of Noise" right now. Specifically, "Nervous and Weird" just ended. And all I can think about is how much that song is like throwing a purely angry fit. It's so much emotion just packed into one song. Ouch. It hurts. "Invisible" does that to me too... because all I want to do is fucking scream right along with Art. It makes me so mad, everything makes me so fucking mad, let's just kill the whole fucking planet and get it over with, ok?
But that's not really me. That's me angry. Still, all I what is to bounce up and down and scream this at the top of my lungs.
I've had very few times (that I can remember) where I've actually thrown some sort of tantrum. I mean, I've also dished out psychotic episodes... but that's different. I think I tend to let my anger surface as this pure, girly hurt. When I get frustrated, I cry. I hate that. More than anything. Because when I'm frustrated all I really want to do is rip the hair out of someone else's head and do many other nasty things... but no. I cry.
So... my repressed anger comes out in my choice of music. Tada. The end.