Irrational Anger Upon Returning Home from Wherever
This has to have happened to a few people throughout the ages or else I’m an amazing anomaly of human emotion.
When you just need a break from people, whether it’s a roommate or a sibling or maybe even a close friend, getting away is wonderful. But what if when you come back, you instantly feel angry or freaked out or just plain bored? I recently had this dilemma after returning from a school break, and I have no idea why.
I walk in the door; I unpack my bags; I listen to what’s happening in the common room; I want to smash in some noses. Maybe I’m an angry person, is that it? Let’s use some fake names in order to keep me relatively out of harms way. Craig and Andrea are just sitting around - this is not angering since that’s what they do all of the time. My friend Willemina comments, “It smells so clean in here,” and Craig and Andrea continue to respond in the snarkiest of snark tones, “We cleaned!” Now, this isn’t an instance to get frustrated in, but these two people are like this all of the time. Obviously Willemina knew that someone had cleaned because, DUH, it smelled clean, but those two just had to make it seem like she was an idiot.
Now, I’ve lived with these three for a while, and we all have our ticks. I’m kind of crazy and loud, but I’m not sneakily derisive. When the sneaky and the derisive join forces every day, the environment becomes so unbearable for me that I get angry. This week away I had was supposed to rid me of that feeling, but I guess it didn’t work.
Anyway, enough, it’s just an irrational, unfathomable anger that hit me like a fist when I got home today.
