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.
This is also how...cope with anger....haven’t bawled in the...