- The Big Bang Theory does not actually explain the origin of the universe.
- The Eagles aren’t really singing, “Desperado, you’ve been outright offensive…”
- My hand gesture for “zero” is, apparently, universally known as the sign for “hand-job”.
- The Five Stages of Grief do not come in any particular order. I’ve started with ANGER, and might hang around here for a while.
I’m angry at my dad for not taking care of himself, and having this second, massive stroke.
I’m angry at him for dying.
I’m angry that he won’t be at my wedding next August, and that I’ll be sad, and thinking about how much I miss him on what is suppose to be the happiest day of my life.
I’m angry that my kind, loving, funny, generous father is dead, while so many selfish, hateful people are still alive.
But this is normal, right? It’s not like I’m having any sort of atypical reaction to this really fucked up thing that happened.
I’m downright furious!
And I’m not sorry I told a complete stranger that I wanted to punch him in the face, when he glibly proffered, “Smile, it can’t be that bad.” Because, yeah, it can be that bad. And it is.
And I’m not sorry I punched the hood of the car that turned in front of me in the cross walk. Or sorry I called the driver a douche bag. To his face.
And if one more person tells me my father is “in a better place now” I might, actually, stab them in the face.
And I’m not sorry about that, either.