As you all well know, say just the right thing to provoke me and my hairs will stand on end and I will rip into you like a cobra who hasn't seen meat in seven weeks.

Use just the right word combinations, manipulate me just the right way, insult just the right person and I am ALL OVER YOU, like a fat kid on cake. Occasionally, people purposely do it, just to watch me fly into a amusing rage. I usually know when this is being done, but I have standards to uphold, pricinples to defend and a reputation of viciousness to protect, so I normally go along with it anyway. I don't mind being entertainment. Paticualrly when this is normally my family members on a bored Wednesday night. Plying me with insults the way you ply a dog with treats to make him roll over and play dead.

However. There are the rare instances when someone says just the right things and I decide not to bite. Why? Because they WANT me to. And heaven help us if we let someone beat us at our own mind games! Though, I'm not sure what is worse. Playing into their hands-or-suffering the internal scorching of my own rage, since I cannot let it out.

Yes. I am having one of those moments. I want to stomp, I want to scream, I want to verbally viscerate, I want to call up the forces of hell and order a good ass-kicking. I want to make their life, miserable.

But I'm not.

I'm biting my tongue. I'm ignoring. I'm wishing I had a hammer so I could smash every one of my fingers to distract myself.

All this righteousness sucks. I really wouldn't recommend it.

And I really don't know what the point of this post was. Perhaps a tiny alleviation of suffering? Perhaps a very conceited way to point out how "righteous" I am. Perhaps I am a spoiled little brat who needed to vent. But either way, it pisses me off. And this is my blog so I can talk about whatever the hell I want.

So there.