Unanswered questions

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My jaw clenches and I can feel my teeth crunch together, grinding them down further.  The anger courses through my veins.  My hands curl into fists and I force myself not to throw them into the wall.  It is a struggle.

Do you even know what you are saying?

Do you realize how hypocritical you sound?

Do you understand how many people you are insulting?

Do you understand that you are insulting my beloved?  My wife?  The woman I’ve chosen to spend the rest of my life with?

Stop.  You need to stop.  Those words are for me.  I need to stop.  I need to calm down… but I can’t.

How can you say you represent something so pure, so noble, so forgiving, and still be so judgmental of those around you?  How can you let these words tumble from your mouth without thinking about how they sound, how they will be perceived?  How can you believe that your path is the only path we should be walking on?

I can feel my blood pulsing in my temples.  My jaw is still clenched and my teeth grind back and forth.  The sound reaches my ears but I can’t stop.  I can’t relax.  I can’t let it all slide off my back any longer.

You think you know best?  You think you have all the answers?  You think you are doing me a favor?

I think you are acting selfishly.  I think you need to let go and move on.  I think the world is quickly losing patience with people who hold to your, or similar, thought processes.

Stop.  You need to stop.  Again, those words are for me.  I can control me.  I can’t control you.  I can’t keep the disrespect and discrimination from spilling from your lips.  I can’t keep you from continuing the cycle of hypocrisy.

How do those words taste?  Do you like the way they feel on your tongue? Do you like the shape of them as you spit them out?

Do they make you feel powerful, higher up the halo order, closer to your deity?  Do they make you feel good?  Do you enjoy saying things like that?  What does that say about you?

Stop.  I need to stop.  Before I grind my teeth to splinters.  Before I lose control and throw my fists at a wall.  Before I say something that I will regret.  I need to let you be you and just continue to laugh off your comments.  I need to continue hoping that you don’t understand how hurtful your words can be.  I have to believe you weren’t intentionally insulting my wife.

Calming down, I uncurl my fists.  I can feel my heart rate return to normal.  The pressure in my temples is relieved.  But my jaw remains clenched, as is my way, and it will for some time to come, as is my way.  I know me.  I know who I am and how I want to carry forward in this life.  I know I don’t want to feel that surge of anger coursing through me.

I’m starting to think I may not know you at all.

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55 Comments on Unanswered questions

  1. Brilliant as always!

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  2. Wow. I really like this, but at the same time hope it wasn’t my comment that started this piece.

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  3. Sometimes I feel like I have so much I wish I could say, that by repressing it all my jaws just get locked up. It’s so bad I can’t even open my mouth half an inch without it cracking so loud you can hear it from clear across the room.

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  4. Wow. Just, “wow” really. I could feel the anger rolling off that one, DJ.

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  5. Never, ever let them get you that riled up.
    Take it and find a way to shove it back down their throats.

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  6. Whoa! Who got the jester all riled up like this? And dragged his queen into the melee too? Tsk, tsk. You’re making a big mistake, buddy. Better disappear while you still can! You don’t mess with the Matticus Kingdom.

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  7. Reblogged this on thematticuskingdom and commented:
    I had Stuph that I needed to rant about, so I did, and stuph…
    Check it out! And show Twindaddy some love while you are there.

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  8. Ew! I don’t want anybody to relate to what I was feeling when I wrote this… no, no, no. From here on out, it’s a happy thoughts, sunshine and rainbows… and, blah! Yeah, I was pretty worked up. These things happen even in the Kingdom. 😉

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    • Glad you can vent and then move on too… I used to vent and then vent some more and then hold on to that anger for a long time. Somewhere along the way I figured out that wasn’t helping anything, so now I can say what needs to be said and then keep calm and carry on, as they say. 😉

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  9. Sparkle Poneh to the rescuze! 😉
    I ranted and raved and (got turned into a newt), I got better…

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  10. Powerful rant. I hope I never make you angry.

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    • Even if you did, it wouldn’t last very long… my anger tends to burn out quickly.
      But, I doubt you ever would, anyway. 😉 Your poems are too amazing. I’m not sure how those two things are correlated, but they must be.

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  11. That was pure, high-grade, unadulterated awesome-sausage-squeezings!!!

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  12. I hold and you punch?

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