bad cop, no LJ

[the_siobhan]

Two weeks at new job. Fucking tired. 6 am is not a habit I want to get into.

Was I really posting about playing video games just a few short weeks ago? Seems like a different life.

So.

Talk to me about rage.

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[epi-lj.livejournal.com]

Today, I can't get enough energy up to experience rage, it seems. I was yawning through being on hold for a gazillion hours on various support lines for an entire day trying to fix a virus scan update that bustimigated every computer in the company.

[markeris.livejournal.com]

SOrry to hear you are having such a bad time.

Meanwhile, I like you more than most people, so I`m giving you the warning I haven`t given others. I`m drunk at the time when I should be getting out of bed and I`m frankly cruising LJ looking for friends. Log off now.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Isn't it something insane like 5 Am where you are?

[markeris.livejournal.com]

yes indeed. I`m having a sleep is for the weak week.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I'm having a "didn't get enough sleep all week, now I know I don't have to get up in the morning so I'm vibrating like a tuning fork" night.

Axel is trying to get me to go watch television and go to bed. He's positively civilizing.

[markeris.livejournal.com]

And so he should be. If anyone was stupid enough to ask me during the eschaton who I wanted to be in charge of the new world, I would without hesitation say Axel.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

We could certainly do worse. The trains would run on time.

There might be Elvis impersonators driving them, but they'd be on time.

[markeris.livejournal.com]

And thats just the sort of thinking that the post Eschaton world will require.

Meanwhile, have you seen the studies on Elvis Impersonators? Trend analysis seems to show that by the approximate date of the Eschaton, 50% of the people alive on the planet will be Elvis impersonators.

[nachtisch.livejournal.com]

Rage like the kind that comes out of nowhere because your off kilter thyroid is screaming "FUCK YOU ALL!"? Or rage at an identifiable external factor?

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Yes and yes. :-)

[xthlcm.livejournal.com]

Rage is realizing that there are people in the world who are Fucking Evil, when you had never before believed in anything quite like Evil. It's watching a record of their atrocities scrolling across your screen, and realizing that this shit will never see the light of day thanks to politics and squeamishness and all-around Bullshit. And it's also realizing that capital-E Evil comes about because of small-e evil, a thousand little bureaucratic fumbles and ass-coverings and polite forgetfulness, and that because of that we'll never truly be rid of either. And it's being terrified because you realize that there's nothing you can do about it.

Rage is, by its nature, impotent. It's the dispossessed poor white trash screaming at the TV when his team loses. It's the frigid dried-up little church lady flailing at the dust in her doilies because she knows, deep down inside, that nothing will remain when she dies.

Rage sucks. What we need is to dig deep down into our cultural undermind and dredge up some good old-fashioned Wrath. Wrath, unlike rage, Gets Shit Done.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Rage is, by its nature, impotent

*lightbulb*

[panic-girl.livejournal.com]

My rage is righteous, and rarely justified.
My rage punches fridges. My rage has told people I love to go fuck themselves. My rage is swift. My rage always results in a hangover of remorse. I've lost much to it, and have gained nothing.
So now, I take my rage to a room by itself, and let it slam against the walls for a while. When it can't talk anymore, it's safe to open my mouth.

Thinking about it makes me sad.

[notmostppl.livejournal.com]

my rage eats my insides, threatens to spew constantly, but rarely manages to do more than dribble down my chin. my rage doesn't feel safe, in or out, and i don't have the energy to register or express it in such a way that the general population would be aware of its existance.

[elixxir.livejournal.com]

I miss it.

[individuation.livejournal.com]

boy do i feel that pain.
i'm on year 6 of a 5am wake up call.
*sigh*

but then - i do get my summers.

[kest]

at least its not the blood bank?

I rage, most often inwardly.

[snickerpuss.livejournal.com]

Knowing what he did. Knowing they didn't stop him. Knowing he's still out there, still preying, and that I'm too much of a fucking pussy to put an end to it all.