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I love lists.
As a pre-internet moody, introverted, impassioned wannabe writer, I lived for making lists.
I didn’t make ‘To Do’ lists because I thought they were annoying. First you make a ‘To Do’ list, then you don’t do the things on your “To Do” list, then you obsess (if you’re obsessive) about how to manage a list that is becoming increasingly irrelevant.
But I still loved lists. I made lists of everything and anything. Favorite this and that. Priorities. Wishes. Dreams. Everything I wanted or thought about or dreamed of ended up on a list.
Eventually, I made lists with arrows pointing everywhere. Lists and arrows evolved into charts and diagrams and graphs.
And yes, I fell in love with Excel. If you’re an Excel junkie too, I love you.
These days I still make lists of anything and everything. For me, there’s something about documenting a thought that makes the thought more likely to become an action or an event or an actual life occurrence.
And I find lists all over the place. In books, in purses, in baskets filled with books and magazines. The lists are at once both inspiring and validating. The lists prove that I’m not flighty or just a dreamy dreamer of dreams. I find lists with words and wishes that have now come true more than occasionally.
I think the biggest misconception about lists is that they have to have a theme or purpose. I wish more people realized that you can just list things for the sake of listing things.
So here’s today’s list:
 Giant brand Pink Grapefruit Flavored Sparkling Water Beverage in the skinny, tall 8-ounce plastic bottle. With a straw. It may be healthy. It may not be. I can’t tell. But it’s got no calories, no apparent sugar, and it’s SO DAMN PRETTY to look at. Really pleasing to the eye.
 My ballet barre. Because my ballet barre is amazing.
 Tom Rhodes’ podcast. https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/tom-rhodes-radio/id426881872?mt=2 Tom Rhodes is my favorite type of comedian interviewer. Funny and fun to listen to but he’s all about the interviewed subject, not about making his own jokes on their interview time. He’s curious and genuinely interested. His questions are good questions – short, to the point, not ridiculous or stupid or self-serving. And he’s got a great voice.
 Tuesday. I love Tuesdays. I’m good on Tuesdays, generally speaking.
 Thinly sliced onion. Because I’m still doing a good job of thinly slicing onion. No cut fingers! Yay.
 Weather coverage. So not interesting. At least not for me. Which doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t go out to those in the midst of weather. It does. I hope they’re okay. And I’m glad states are taking more precautions to prevent people from getting stuck in dangerous weather. I’d rather see states be safe than sorry. Tell everyone to stay home unless they’re performing emergency surgery. I’m all for preventative weather coverage for the sake of helping people avoid poor decision making regarding travel. But otherwise, I can’t watch weather coverage.
 Anger. I’m all for it. It’s healthy. Feel your anger. And don’t apologize for it. Just don’t hit anyone or yell at anyone. Hit a bag and yell at a pillow. Or the tv. Yell at the tv. Don’t hit it. Hitting the tv hurts.
 Dog grooming. I still can’t get anywhere close to my dog’s eyes with a scissor. She won’t let me. Looking for tricks but prepared to go to a groomer just for help in that area. I need a dog face groomer.
 Girls. I’m watching it. And reading reviews of it. And seeing too many references to Hannah’s character not knowing how she comes across. And not believing it. I firmly believe that annoying, offensive people – even if they’re smart, perceptive, talented and right some of the time – know they’re annoying and offensive. They just think that being annoying and offensive is justified. And it’s not.
 Chocolate chip sugar cookies. Mix chocolate chip cookie dough with sugar cookie cookie dough. Mix well. Make cookies. The mix of the two types of dough is amazing in terms of both texture and taste. Especially if you’re not a big chocolate person. Which I’m not.
That’s the list for now.
Makes lists. They’re good for you.
And stay warm and dry.
My relationship with anger is very messed up.
Luckily, I know it, so I don’t trust anything about anger except for the fact that I feel angry sometimes.
I remember feeling angry when I was a child, but mostly I think I just felt overwhelming frustration that I confused with anger. I would say that my middle name was frustration, but frustration was probably actually my first name. And my last name.
I was frustrated for sure.
I grew up being everything that didn’t yet have a name to identify it. I was a nerdy but cool kid – long before the two types could form a socially acceptable and recognized hybrid. I was an introvert with excellent social skills so I was constantly mistaken for an extrovert. But instead of being congratulated for being out of my shell when I was out of it, I was questioned about why I was in my shell when I was inside of it.
“Are you okay?”
I heard that a lot.
“Uh yeah. I’m READING.”….I said often. In my head.
And I had depression despite also having a sometimes sunny but almost always enthusiastic disposition.
Yeah. I had depression but I didn’t act depressed. Instead, because I got the genes, I acted engaged, interested, curious, aware, inspired, driven and excited.
So who could have thought it was possible for me to have a depression monster inside of me too?
But I did.
I had a depression monster living inside of me and directing my every move. The depression monster was in charge of everything all the time.
I was just the depression monster’s bitch.
Being a slave to a depression monster is exhausting. You spend so much time negotiating with the depression monster to do the basic things that you then compromise your ability to negotiate the rest of life’s issues. And, it turns out that having depression doesn’t exempt you from experiencing the rest of life’s issues.
So I’m sure I experienced anger when I was younger. I just think I had no idea what it was or what to do with it.
And I’m positive that I never learned what to do with it.
Because to me, everything that happened in my life ended up becoming part of the negotiations with the depression monster.
But now I’m an adult with lots of skills and lots of experience and far less patience for the monster. I think of the depression monster as being inside of me but asleep. Or dormant. Or just not up to getting all in my face.
I work hard on a daily basis to keep the monster quiet. It turns out that life is much easier with a monster who’s asleep.
But sometimes I get angry. Or anxious. Or sad. Or frustrated.
Sometimes, because I’m human and because I’m living the life of a human, I feel the things that everyone feels.
And then I get confused because my experience with “everything else” is fairly limited.
I don’t like anxiety, I have learned that.
I’m not typically an anxious person, but when I do experience it, I know immediately that I really don’t like it. And in a way, I feel lucky because I think mild depression is probably easier to manage than any level of anxiety. That is NOT an informed or educated opinion. It’s just a guess based on never having lived the anxiety-ridden life.
I definitely don’t like sadness or frustration either, but I have come to realize that both will happen on occasion. I’ve learned to think of both states as “normal” in a reasonably normal life.
That just leaves anger and I’ve found anger to be completely confusing.
On the one hand, I hate anger because it’s an overwhelming feeling for me and I don’t particularly enjoy overwhelming feelings of anything. On the other hand, now that I understand that a certain amount of anger is “normal” and “acceptable,” I kind of enjoy going with the anger flow for a little bit.
I like saying a lot of dramatic, exaggerated versions of ‘F___ THAT!’ in my head.
I fantasize about telling people off. And then knowing that I told them.
I like feeling like I could get really loud if I ever actually allowed myself to get really loud.
And then, of course, I worry that maybe I’m enjoying anger too much. Like maybe I’m an officially angry person.
So tonight, after thoroughly enjoying a short but highly poignant period of anger, I looked up anger online. I was hoping to find a test that would tell me whether I’m a normal person who experiences anger sometimes or whether I’m the opposite – a maniac who keeps my anger under control but is always on the edge of totally losing it.
I found a test called the Anger Test at a site called angermanagementresource.com.
Unfortunately, despite countless efforts, I could not get the ‘Start Test’ link to start the test.
So I got angry. And frustrated. And sad.
And then I wondered if the broken link was the actual test of how angry one gets.
And then I was pleased that I hadn’t kicked in my computer screen just because a link didn’t work.
Here is a list of the questions on the anger test. I don’t know for sure what the good or bad answers are supposed to be but I can guess.
I’ll have to ask other people about Number 2….whether they think I’m angry. I’m kind of scared to know what they think. If it turns out that everyone thinks I’m just angry, I may have to rethink my life plans.
And then I’ll have to call a psychiatrist and ask whether Number 18 is a critical question because I do Number 18 every time I get angry.
I LOVE doing Number 18.
But don’t worry. I always include going to prison voluntarily in my revenge fantasies.
Because however angry I might be, I am far more into accountability. I would never take revenge and then even try to get the sentence mitigated.
I’m SO not that person. I would serve a sentence without requesting any leniency despite my exemplary behavior.
I also have a feeling I could help some of my cellmates be less angry. Because I think I can help people with that sometimes. Especially if I understand why they’re angry.
Okay, I need to get that )(*&^% link to work. Before it really pisses me off.