How Did I Become An Angry Old Black Man?
My girlfriend’s dad started a blog to help him work through his discouragement and disappointment at the current political landscape. Which made me realize, I could probably use some writing therapy of my own. So here I am, tapping away at my computer keys as a way to release some of this pent-up anger / denial / bargaining / depression / acceptance. Oh wait, that’s the 5 stages of grief. Well, I guess I am grieving in a way. But seriously, I do need to release this anger / frustration / dismay / outrage / confusion / sadness / fear / resentment / uncertainty / etc.
But rather than talk about politics and rehash the same old commentary that’s been flooding the airwaves the past few years, I’m going in a different direction. I’m just going to rant about some of the petty little things that bother me. I know, I know, don’t sweat the small stuff, which is exactly what I’m about to do. But hey, it’s my blog, and if it makes me feel better, right?
First off, what the hell is up with all the weird pet pairings I’m inundated with every time I turn on the TV or get on Facebook? Enough!! Who cares about a rabbit riding around on the back of a goat. Or a cat sharing kibble with a chimp. Or a lion cub romping around with a baby deer (we all know what happens when they grow up). I’ve never really been a “pet person” and just don’t see the point. A (as in…
