Sometimes I just want to scream - not the kind where you bury your head in a pillow and let it out, rather the kind where you're in an open field and you let out a bloodcurdling, knock your socks off SCREAM! The problem is intrinsically in the infeasibility of such an action. You see, I live in a city, in the middle of a nice, polite neighborhood in the middle of the city to be exact. Screaming outside is completely out of the question, unless I want the neighbors, police, and local activist groups immediately on my doorstep.
Unfortunately, I have also toyed with the idea of screaming inside my apartment. Again, I fear that the neighbors will hear.
So, I am resigned to screaming in my head, and isn't that the worse kind?
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
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