Anger Management

I'm moody, I get it.

I'm always told that I cannot control my feelings. I simply cannot smile when someone is being an ass in my presence.

Blatantly and intentionally showing off your stuff, as if it makes you a better person?
Oh, someone is bitching about how big their taxes are due to the salary increase in front of people who did not have any increase at all?
What, you still cannot do something I've explained five times, when each time you affirmed you have it under control?
How about that hideous ass who keep on talking about women as if we're always ready to open our legs for him?

I don't care if it's directed to me, or to my friends, or to my colleagues. I will show you how I feel about you.

What? What was that again? I have to be civil? Like how? Laugh with the insensitive people who seem to find humor in your stupid jokes? Don't take it against me if I don't find you amusing.

What I simply do not get is why they always target those who react, instead of those who made initiated the reaction. So, it's okay to shout out insensitive comments. But hey, if you react, I'm sorry but you simply cannot adapt to your environment. WTF? I don't have to deal with you people.

They say life is too short to be so angry all the time. I agree. I will also tell you that life is too precious to have do deal with morons all the time.

Life is short

Mike stayed at his uncle's house when he worked in Laguna. There was always food on the table, his things were kept clean, and he was never forced to do any chores. His aunt was like his second mom during his stay there. It was early in the morning when her husband came from work, and she collapsed right after she opened the gate for him. She died August 30.

The lady across the street used to iron our clothes. She was very efficient with her work and gets along with the neighbors. My mom told me she was rushed to the hospital around noon last week, but was only given medication late in the afternoon because they didn't have money. She died September 6.

A friend's sister-in-law had goiter for as long as I can remember. Everytime my mom sees her, she'd always asked if she had herself checked up. She was only 26 years old. After being in the shower for more than an hour, her husband forced the door open only to find her lifeless on the floor. She died yesterday, September 9.

"Ang bilis lang ng buhay," my mom said. I'd always sigh when I hear that from her. Death is surreal when it happens to someone you know, more so when you see it 3 times in a span of 2 weeks.

As if defying these deaths, Mike's cousin had their second baby yesterday.

As if defying life, I'm reduced to solving error tickets as if my existence depends on my fixes.