My gun is gone. Mum took it away from me, suicidal-prone and all those pretend-to-be-therapist crap. And c'mon, who the hell could be suicidal and own a sharp fishermen's knife and not be dead by far. I just have a VERY soft spot for weapons. Firearms not so much, I am more of an eye to eye combat weapon type- knifes, blades,swords. And did you know that a sword of a knight in the mid-centuries didn't weigh more than 4 pounds but the armour and shield were a much heavier part of the deal.
Good thing is I am not passive-aggressive. And that made my parents happy for the little while before they were served the doctors opinion- I was pronounced to be dangerously emotional, a bit of a spitfire and with the patience tolerance of a sleepy lion. I'm not denying it, I just don't see how that could make me a menace to society...
So now they send me to these joga crap classes and the anger management groups. Wrong move, succers! At present me and my buddies, with bigger anger problems than me and a mania for heave firearms , organize a one of a kind group of super secret anger-defenders.
Enough with the patience! Stop the self-control! Lose the feeling of appropriateness' boundaries!- Be angry today!- Do ya likeit. Came up with it myself. We stand for the right to express your emotions, no matter how intense they are.we're not bad. We're not even evil. We just want equality in emotions for all.
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Well, the plan failed, of course. We organized an open procession and everyone were given advice to bring whatever favourite weapon they had. Not for use, strictly amateur and fan-based. It got ugly though when the cops came after us. I felt like an Iranian woman in a middle of a protest, we all felt like that. "No need for repression , dudes"- But it was too late.
Smoothly done, old girl, now I don't even have a pocket knife. Since I was underaged I got a house arrest until I reached 21. At least my anger fed so much on my nerves that I didn't gain weight. Now aren't emotions the best!
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