i got mad at objects so often, i think there must be a hidden psychological explanation for it...for one thing, because of my stalwart upbringing (my mom taught me to not to get into fights or abuse people with angry words when i got mad...the reason: u can never take ur words back and u'll definitely regret it), i just can't get mad at people...oooh not that i'm a martyr and never got mad...i got angry all the time...all the time...but i rarely react foolishly...i almost never hurl abuse to people...i just talk about them behind their back (not that that's better mind u!)....
anyway, one of the episodes i remember was my anger towards my shower head...u see that particular shower head was going bonkers...u need to twist it a certain way to ensure water flowing out...i just got back from auckland and unused to it...when i woke up, all irritated and sweaty of the malaysian heat and humidity, i expected nice cold shower to ease my irritability...sadly the shower episode just managed to piss me off and i screamed '**ck this' or something like that to it...yes...i screamed to a shower head....
the second episode just happened yesterday...the train ticket's dispensing machine always managed to reject at least 86% of ur coins and got ur temper to a boiling point before it works...include that machine going haywire to rush hour (people lining up behind u back-to-back), yup it was a bloody and messy situation...i kept hurling insults to the effing machine while pissing my sister, alin, off by asking for cash (both of us had large change which the stupid bloody machine doesn't accept)...
looking back, i assume my rage against inanimate objects stems from the deep anger i have towards people that i have managed to keep bottled up inside...in other words, that sentence is full of blarney...i just got mad okay....hahaha...
anyway, one of the episodes i remember was my anger towards my shower head...u see that particular shower head was going bonkers...u need to twist it a certain way to ensure water flowing out...i just got back from auckland and unused to it...when i woke up, all irritated and sweaty of the malaysian heat and humidity, i expected nice cold shower to ease my irritability...sadly the shower episode just managed to piss me off and i screamed '**ck this' or something like that to it...yes...i screamed to a shower head....
the second episode just happened yesterday...the train ticket's dispensing machine always managed to reject at least 86% of ur coins and got ur temper to a boiling point before it works...include that machine going haywire to rush hour (people lining up behind u back-to-back), yup it was a bloody and messy situation...i kept hurling insults to the effing machine while pissing my sister, alin, off by asking for cash (both of us had large change which the stupid bloody machine doesn't accept)...
looking back, i assume my rage against inanimate objects stems from the deep anger i have towards people that i have managed to keep bottled up inside...in other words, that sentence is full of blarney...i just got mad okay....hahaha...
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