Thoughts From the Couch

Had my therapy appointment today. I really do like Dr. F, he's young, hip, funny, and way too smart for his own good. I especially like that he won't hesitate to call "Bullshit" on his clients, in this case: me.

These days we are discussing anger. It may surprise you to learn I have a bit of a temper and some problems controlling it. Sometimes it means I frown and cross my arms, sometimes I go wild-eyed apeshit all over your ass. Dr. F. and I both wish to discover the root of this rage so we might work on relieving me of it.

Today's lightbulb moment: Ridiculous Standards

In which I hold myself and everyone around me to impossible standards of behavior and punish the offender with unholy rage. Sometimes, I do this pre-emptively, as in, "I fucking know so-and-so is going to do..." [Urge to kill, rising, Rising!] Often, people don't even know that I wish to stab them in the eye.

Where my infernal rage and desire to act right and be polite merge is the place you want to avoid. Therein lies the smoking carcasses of well-meaning or foolish people willing to take on a whirling, expletive-screaming, plate-hurling dervish of enraged she-devil. Of course, once the dust settles, I grab the broom and some Febreeze.

Dr. F. specializes in Anger management. He is a little afraid of me.