“I am LIVID!” I slammed myself onto my mother’s couch. “Those dirt bag asshole neighbors have screwed us again!”
They have been dirt bag asshole neighbors for ten years. That is not new. Some people just are.
What is new is the fact I could label my feeling (LIVID! FREAKING TWISTING IN THE WIND ANGRY!) instead of just being pissed and getting drink.
Wow. An emotion. A “big one” as I say to my kids. I rode it out. And then I realized that if I had to count how many dirt bags I have known in my life that have had any real impact on my life, I could do it in fewer than ten fingers. That…that felt really awesome and turned my anger inside out.
Dirt bags attract dirt bags. So glad I know so few.
Daring Truth 