On the drive home yesterday, I was talking to a friend on the phone, and I was cut off by some douche bag. What made this so bad is the space this douche bag cut into was maybe 1 1/4 car lengths. This is typical for Atlanta traffic.
I’m pretty sure I cussed the douche bag out. But my rage got the better of me and the Beast had some choice words for that douche bag. Something about I would be wrong ifI went and pulled him out of his car and bashed his head into his car.
I know that shocked her, may have frightened her a bit, but still not sure about that part. But I could hear in her voice that she wanted nothing to do with who I was at that moment, and I don’t blame her. The angry me is not a pleasant me to be around. I used to not know this, but over the years, I have realized who that person is, and have kept him under control. But something about that smug little bastard yesterday…the Best would not be contained.
Prayer, meditation, and music are the tools I have used over the years to keep the Beast calm and under control. Yesterday I guess he decided he needed to show up for a moment and show that he is still there. I know he’s there, always has been there, and I have never forgotten. I told him that, and I think we are back on the same page.