This Week, Down Moanery Lane… That's Not the Flu, Bitch

Maybe you just need a Berocca

photo by Marcelo Leal on Unsplash

There are certain things that drive me mad. Truly, red mist in front of the eyes, mad. And they are not, objectively speaking, things I should be driven mad by. 

And yet, who’s to say?! Who decides what should and shouldn’t send us into fits of rage?! No one, that’s who. Our feelings of rage are our feelings and, like all of our confusing, frightening, disturbing feelings, we’re allowed to feel them. 

So.