Yeah, sometimes I’m “THAT” girl.
I hate that when I’m really, really pissed off I don’t have a different coping mechanism. I always end up crying and it is never cute.
Good thing there are margaritas and chicken nachos with my best friends in my near future.
This is also how I cope with anger. I haven’t bawled in the newsroom ever, but there are times when it’s /thisclose/.
Why don’t dudes cry? They throw stuff instead, which is also childish, methinks. Maybe we’re all just 5-year-olds masquerading as adults.
My fave play on convention this week comes courtesy of Mos Def.
In “Pistola,” One of the songs on his new album, he asks:
“If you’re gonna fall in love, where should you stand to begin with?”
It goes on:
“And when the fall is done, how bad should you plan to get injured?
And if you land on your feet, do it count as a fall or a jump?
And do it feel like a fall when the hands that pushed you were holding you up?”
I wish everyone knew language was so elastic.