Stupid

I feel so stupid. Stress produced rage, which produced destruction, which produced shame, which now produces stress, again. Ugh - brilliant.

I'm embarrassed at it. I don't want to discuss it with my loved one - why give my wife more evidence that she's married a fool? When I can't talk things out, I literally can not get them out. So, it recirculates within my systems, knotting my gut and haunting my psyche.

I can spoon some of it out here in my blog, which helps in small measure.

People must wonder how I can be comfortable noting in bright public relief things I am scared to admit in private. The answers are that I have a low estimation on humanity as the faceless, slobbering throng that it insists on proving itself to be. You inhuman rabble, I don't care what you think of me.

Paradoxically, people who have shown me kindness and friendship, even of a virtual kind, I trust you with my oddness, my pains, my secrets, my shames. I would gladly hand a knife to a friend and confidently turn my back. What good are these bonds if they can't be relied upon now and then?Thank you for listening.