A Bevy of Bizarre Days…

Today is Columbus Day. But I don’t want to focus on that tripe. Seriously, let’s pretend for an instant that most of what we’re taught about Columbus isn’t bullshit anyway, and just leave it at that. For the historical record, it’s also Cookbook Launch Day. No, I want to talk about something even more ridiculous than a day devoted to writing a cookbook, which is Moment of Frustration Day.

Read that again.

frustration1Got it? Okay, so we have a day devoted to letting your frustrations out. Most of us do this as they occur, so I’m not sure if we need an entire day devoted to our frustrations. The website linked above gives a list of outlets for your frustrations, and I suggest you check them out. They’re not going to blow your skirt up in terms of creatively getting rid of that pent up anger, but what the hell, right?

I’ve always enjoyed a good walk when I’m frustrated. Not because it calms me down, but the opposite. It gives me quiet time to think about whatever is pissing me off; it amps up my rage, so that I’m finally ready to confront my issue. I deal well in anger, not so much in the other emotions, which explains a lot about me, my writing, and the end result of many of my relationships.

frustration2Of course, Moment of Frustration Day may also just be a precursor to The Purge. You know, that movie where Americans get one night to really be assholes to each other. And I do mean really. That movie where killing people is much more therapeutic than talking out our problems, right? I know a few people who could go for that idea.

No, not really, but let’s face it, a day of frustration isn’t going to do us any good. Let me quote Strother Martin in one of the greatest films ever made…

“What we got here is … failure to communicate. Some men you just can’t reach. So you get what we had here last week.”

There’s this little thing called communication and, for fuck’s sake, we need to start doing it. With our families, friends, neighbors, and strangers. There’s no need for us to never find common ground with another human being. Who knows, it may help.

Just don’t ask me to do it. I’m an introvert.

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