Strike price.
Strike targets.
Striking first.
Writing a blog post starting from a random blog title is, for once, creative.
Going counter to my usual method of writing shiz down then figuring out the blog title, today, I try and share something differently and with more positivity.
My life doesn't really suck all that much. There are certain things that I can't really express on here, despite all the anger, despite all the love I feel sometimes; it's all improving, regardless.
In retrospect, I have poor emotional control, and the problem I face is that I rationalize my extreme states by ultimately arguing for my arguments from the past; i.e. it's okay that I'm angry and yelling because it makes me feel good - temporarily.
Then regret sets in, until time heals and washes away the regret, and I continue with my relatively sane routine of taking care of myself, not overworking, and avoiding the lack of silence as much as humanely possible for my bleeding ears.
Okay, that last paragraph is a bit scary; maybe I'll revisit it later, maybe not.
Either way, it's been a gorgeous couple of 20 degree plus weather. For the last of you Americans holding out on the Fahrenheit scale, that's room temp. At the end of October. Crazy, and yet most definitely not unheard of.
Ugh. Writing in english is such a slog; but I write so much faster in English that I just can't seem to... change.