My mask of sanity is quickly fading.
Tonight. I lost it. I seriously wanted to kill a man.
I was minding my own business sitting on the company couch after a long editing session, just relaxing and watching television. This guy that films for us had taken another employee out to repremand him no doubt, and when he came back into the office, as he passed by me, for no reason what-so-ever he threw his keys right into my cock.
Instant Rage. I couldn't contain myself. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly every negative thought I've ever had about this guy came flooding back. Every time he's asked me to "cut him out of a movie", and the time when he got Clamidya and rubbed his hands all over my keyboard, came flooding back. I wanted to destroy something.
So I took his keys and with my best Nolan Ryan impression I threw them as hard and as fast as I could into a nearby office. I heard his keys and car alarm remote shatter against the wall into a million pieces. It sounded like they were tumbling down stairs.
By this time he had gone into our boss' office, and when he heard the keys, he came rushing back. He was shocked. I was pissed. I told him that you do not throw keys at someones cock. Actually I yelled it at him.
He was still shocked. Fuck 'em.
I was pissed then, and it angers me again as I'm writting it. Still angry after a 30 minute car ride home.
I will most likely take some shit for my actions tomorrow when everone else finds out. I'm sure he's going to say something to my boss.
Maybe I'm tired. Maybe I'm fuckin' sick of all this shit. The same shit everyday. Maybe I'm fucking tired of answering the same fuckin' questions over, and over again. Maybe I'm tired of being pushed around. Maybe.
At any rate, I feel my mask of sanity is quickly unraveling.
