Have you ever punched a guy in the nose, kneed him in the groin, and then run away? I did. Last week. In my mind. Let me explain. Last week I had one of those cruddy days where lots of little things go wrong. Nothing major, nothing tragic, just life.
Life with her normal let downs and frustrations. Life with her traffic detours and tough conversations, with her unexpected bills and long to-do lists. Life with her bad drivers and angry parent e-mails and jawline acne. By themselves, these stressors are minor annoyances, first world problems that are certainly nothing to get worked up about. But piled on top of each other, they begin to take a toll. Piled on top of several other frustrations and worries, a little traffic on the freeway suddenly feels like the universe is conspiring to make my life miserable.
My breaking point on this particular day was reached while I was awkwardly lying in the orthodontist chair with my mouth propped open and my gums bleeding. I balled my fist and really wanted to punch the girl who had nicked my gums and made me bleed. Don’t worry, I didn’t. But I definitely thought about it. Continue reading