h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm screaming. You wouldn't be able to hear it if you were next to me, but I'm screaming. I'm screaming at all the women who hit on me and I have to turn them down. I'm screaming at all the people who have a wonderful time while I watch them, oblivious. I'm screaming at my wife who seldom speaks to me any more. I'm screaming at myself for not writing what I truly want to say. I'm screaming. And it isn't going anywhere. And it is swelling. I don't know how much more the taught skin can stretch. And it's causing me pain. And I'm screaming.

Geez Mike, I'm sorry if you're feeling so horrible right now (or actually 4 weeks ago, according to your journal). I hope you don't mind that I'm reading your journal. If it's any consolation, I think internal screaming is the trademark of a Morel gentleman, and even on occasion you can tell Kathy is doing it. But even though it is a common thing I find us all doing, I wish I could help by giving a remdy that is successfull. I find myself battling internal anger all the time, and I can tell that dad and Steve suffer their occasional day to day bouts with it as well. The only way I've ever found a good way to rid myself of this demon that plagues me time to time is to release it. And that's the hardest thing for me to ever do. I find myself not thinking that my anger is something to be released upon others - why would they want that? But it works. And after it's all over, and the anger subsides, those who you let share in your anger seem to have a better understanding of you. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about anything physical, purely verbal. Heck, you might even try yelling at those mice scurrying about. They'll definitely get a better understanding of you; don't mess with the tall man. I'm sorry if this seems like an unwarrented nosing into your business. And I'm sorry your seeing the world in vector graphics (maybe soon you'll see the world for the true matrix it is!). Anyway, I hope you're feeling better when you read this. And maybe you could write to me a few times if your feeling desperately mad. I may not be able to help, but it always feels good to yell at something.

WHY YOU LITTLE NOSY PIECE OF...
Nope, doesn't feel better to yell at you. Sometimes, I think that words and typing bring out that anger and feed it. Things never stay in the same state but writing (art in general I bet) seem to set the moment down for all to see. I think the artist refines that moment to a more perfect vision. I kinda think of this journal as a sketch pad for my mind. As such, you are more than free to view it and comment on it. After all, you are one of the larger factors in my mind's makeup. The raw emotions are just raw blotches, unrefined and pure but not directed. Someday, when I get around to it, I'll refine them into coherence.

PS Pia and I are doing a lot better lately. Sometimes I think that the problems I have with the world are more my inability to change my perceptions than other's willfull attacks. But it is easy to see other's unintentional actions as willful attacks. And it is terrible to see others willful attacks as unintentional actions. Ramble.

And another thing...
Thanks for the offer. It is easier to undestand things when there are others of like mind sharing themselves.