All right you guys, confessional time. Brace yourselves.
One of my least favorite things about myself is my inability to be irrational. Like, you know those people who are able to flip out and act all crazy when they are upset? That isn't me.
But sometimes, I really really wish it were. Sometimes when I'm angry or upset I would love nothing more than to cry until mascara streaks down my face. Or maybe punch a wall or break plates or something. But nope. About two minutes into a passionate frenzy, my rational brain rolls its eyes and asks, "Is this really necessary?" To which I reply, "Nah. Probably not." And that's it. Tantrum over.
This sucks because sometimes you really just want to be able to fly off the handle and throw the entire contents of your closet out of the window and afterward just shrug your shoulders and say, "What? I was mad."
Being level-headed and emotionally mature is so boring.