30 Day Song Challenge: Day 20 – A song that you listen to when you’re angry

29 04 2011

Well, first of all, I’m not usually angry.  Second of all, when I’m angry, I don’t usually listen to music; I’ll talk to friends or write it out or do something else.  Third, if I do turn to music, I will play it out on the piano rather than sit and listen to a song.  So!  It was a little hard to think of a song that I’d actually listen to if I were in fact angry, but after looking around my CD collection on my desk, Ms. Fiona Apple came into my sights.

Though “Limp” is a song that upon listening to it, I actually feel angry, it’s not particularly a song I’d listen to if I were angry, but it’s the closest thing.  Maybe I’ll do it next time.  And there’s a percussion solo in the middle of the song!  How rare.

Angry people make me happy

29 07 2010

as I was crossing the street, a man who was walking near me stopped in front of an SUV waiting at the light and mumbled something to himself.  I thought he had perhaps recognized the driver or was looking to see if a bus was coming but as I got to the curb, I heard him shouting, “Fuck you too!  You’re not supposed to be talking on your phone!  It’s against the law, asshole!”  so I guess the driver had retorted with a “Fuck you” first.

He was also waiting for the 49 as well–the worst bus line in Vancouver, I swear–and when it came, it advertised itself as being full.  However, it was only moderately full, and there were hardly any people standing up.  As the driver stopped a few feet away from the designated bus stop and let people off, the man went up to the bus and I presumed yet again he was trying to get on it.  But he shouted some stuff at the bus driver, probably something along the lines of, “The bus isn’t full, you jerk, so don’t say it is” to which the driver responded by telling him to come over and probably replied with something along the lines of, “Screw you, buddy.  I’m a bus driver and I can put whatever I want on it.  Also, I’m gonna make you wait several more minutes in the burning sun for the next bus, so there.”  And with that, the bus driver drove away, leaving the angry guy (and me) waiting.

I like the kind of people who are brave and confident to say things that everyone is thinking but hold back on, and I daresay I admire them, to a certain extent.  They keep life interesting.  At least mildly.  I can’t think of anything else to say so I will leave it at that.  Maybe the next time I see someone driving while on the phone I’ll channel my inner angry guy and give them a good verbal thrashing they won’t forget.

10 Defining Moments of My Life (so far) — #9: F*** you, dad

12 05 2010

9.  After receiving an e-mail from my dad mentioning how he thought I had too much free time in my life, which lead to daydreaming and ultimately fantasizing about sex (among other things), I sent him back a long, angry and honest e-mail, basically telling him things I couldn’t muster the strength to tell him.  I told him about how I’ve never once said anything bad to him; how he didn’t have the right to judge who I was when he had never been there in my life; how if all I was to him was someone to pass on the family name (and because I’m gay, I can’t) then I was glad that I wouldn’t be passing on a name representing bigotry, hypocrisy, and ignorance.  I wrote a lot of things in that e-mail, and I don’t regret any sentence, word or letter.  I responded in a rage, my fingers furiously hacking at the keys like there was no tomorrow.  My mom told me the next day that my dad, already slightly ill, was even sicker because of me, because of that e-mail, and she told me to apologize to him.  She told me, her 18 year old son, that I shouldn’t be swearing, even though I only swore 3 times in that e-mail and it wasn’t insultingly (ie. Fuck you!) but adjectively (ie. I won’t be a fucking doormat!).  I just felt glad to not be harbouring my thoughts any longer.