Feelings are like clouds floating by in the sky, some of them taking a little longer than others to dissolve, morph, disappear. Anger, sadness and fear, but also joy, serenity and love are all transitory emotions. None of them stick; they are all just passing through. Provided, I guess, that we aren’t rigidly holding on to them.

I’m slowly getting acquainted with my feelings again, after suppressing them for most of my life. In the past, any time some more complicated emotions came up, I would always try to get rid of them and control them, which ended up turning them into anxiety. This is a complicated affair and is still challenging to understand, but it’s starting to make more and more sense to me… When one distracts or diverts oneself with horrific fears, one can’t actually see what the fuck is Really going on in one’s life. Thus there is no need to fix what’s wrong.

So, I am learning to let my feelings in, whatever they are. No more irrational fears to disguise what I’m feeling. Come in, pass through, go away.

And here’s what I’m feeling: I am angry at all men. I kill them all on the train, in the park, in the streets (in my head of course, NOT in reality). Any guy I see from the corner of my eye or opposite me on the subway–I’ll have a sword through them in no time. Anyone with a dick is fair game. Now that’s a healing technique the self-help-books won’t teach me!

So that’s pretty scary, isn’t it? I can see why that shit was hard for me to let in/out. But if I don’t deal with the emotion, feel it and let it out, it will continue to fester within me, and the pressure-cooking continues…

No more pressure-cooking. I’m done with that shit.
I do not intend to be angry at men for the rest of my life. But being that this feeling in fact exists within me, I welcome it and look forward to saying goodbye to it. In the end, dealing with the feeling is a hell of a lot better than freaking myself out needlessly. True story.