An Inferno of Ire

No wonder I can be such an ireful person.

My aunt punched her sister in law.

And I find out yesterday my mom slapped my aunt. And hurled my Grandma's phone across the room consequently, shattering it. Well, not like broken glass from a window shattering it but still, along those lines.

They're the fucking Desperate Housewives.

However, my mom was completely warranted in that action. My relatives are dreadfully, staunchly conservative, narrow-minded, ill-informed bigots who ceaselessly try to rile up my poor mother---my family is truly outnumbered on my mom's side of the family. They are so ruthless and uptight, I didn't even want to hear the dreadfully offensive, racist, prejudice homophobic things they said to my mother. I don't EVER want to know! I KNOW they said some anti-gay marriage/anti-gay bullshit as well. I don't need to hear that shit.

Well, to look on the bright side, we are no longer hosting thanksgiving this year. This is both a blessing and curse. Because we now have to go to the most terrifyingly judgmental sister of my mom's house. Her, my uncle and their daughters could not be any more different from my family. 

They're all going to make us into fucking pariahs and shit but I don't give a fuck, it won't be the first time! I'll just pray that my cousin's girlfriend is there haha. She's a FANTASTIC human being. Not to mention, she told my mom that I'm HER FAVORITE! I'm not surprised quite frankly. But I mean my cousins are clones of their parents so look at what she has to compare me to!

It's frightening and mortifying that these anger problems are so rampant in my immediate and extended family. What the hell?! It makes us seem like a bunch of mentally unhinged lunatics! 

It's scary that my mom threw my Grandma's phone. How petulant!

Like mother, like daughter.

When I get truly irate I throw things and break things. It's one of my dirty little secrets I suppose. I don't do it here at school...okay I can think of only a handful of times but I would never even think of doing so with my friends around.

In high school I was more of an angry person and I would throw shit around like a madwoman! I would also write things on my bedroom and closet doors and all in my closet. Once my friend told me, "I hear you write poetry on the walls of your closet. That is SO badass." I was like, "Oh God it is NOT, it's pathological!" 

Anyway, I think my ENTIRE damn family needs to take an anger management class. And not to pat myself on the back, but my anger has fused more into angst. I was always angsty and angry in high school however, since college I haven't been as much of a hothead.