Day 424
As a kid, I would often be irritated by another kid's behavior that I thought was precocious or obnoxious. Almost without exception, I would find myself recognizing similar tendencies in my own life. For whatever reason, my repulsion was then turned on myself because I did not want to be like that other kid.
As an adult, it has been about the same. I've been blessed that I have not hated many people. Some I did not particularly like, but I tended to reserve my hatred for my own short-comings. When I would identify these in others, I was more likely to feel sorry for them than to dislike them. I would still get irate when I saw the same characteristics in myself.
This pattern seems to be different from a lot of fellow addicts that I hear talking about anger issues, and I don't have an explanation for that. Maybe I just don't want to be like them.
That was supposed to be a little touch of humor, but I don't think it came out that way.
–JR
My world is a zoo,
I don't like me and I don't like you.
No human emotion,
no tellin' what I'll do.
–Crucifix, ”Animal"
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