Anger

[azurelunatic]

Some time ago, a stupid man made me very, very angry. It was a simple misunderstanding that could have been cleared up in thirty seconds if he'd bothered to listen to the question I was asking and answer it.

I was enraged to the point where my best friend put his hand above my head and felt feverish heat pouring off me, my sweat vaporising, literal steam.

My roommatesister was home, barely conscious after being treated for a nasty allergic reaction to an antibiotic.

I balled up that anger in my hands, and let it loose, with the instruction to go where it would be useful and do no harm.

I went home, and there my roommatesister was, on her feet and perky after unpacking gods know how many boxes. "Thanks for the energy," she said.

Comments

[sithjawa.livejournal.com]

You are lucky. My anger is usually poisoned.

[azurelunatic]

Ow. *hugs*

[wibbble]

I bottled up many years of anger, and frustration, and hatred.

Now it powers the energy I use to defend E.

[azurelunatic]

Men protecting their wives makes me happy.

[wibbble]

*grunts*

Me strong man! Urrrrg! Me keep woooooooman safe! Ug! Ug!

[azurelunatic]

Yes. *pats on head* Now, run along and make sure that firewall's properly configured! Keep woman safe!

[wibbble]

Who uses a firewall? :o)

My machine's exposed to the network, with no firewall in sight.

/And/ there's a known vulnerability with the version of sshd I'm running!

Oh, wait, that part isn't good...

I could fix it, but I don't want to reboot...