No, I don't need anger management.

It may come as a surprise that sometimes attitude can get into the way of the great, friendly persona that accompanies this Ginger nature. Maybe you know a Ging or have heard elusive tales to their behavior when the Viking genetics self-expose and you're left scratching your head wondering why there's this tall, muscle-ripped Ginger in a bear pelt throwing things around like Eric the Red just lost a battle.

I've yelled at lamps that are in my way when I'm attempting my once-a-lightyear cleaning frenzy, I've kicked backpacks that were foolishly put in my way (by myself), stubbed toes over mid-century furniture that I felt should have faced lynching than hurt one of my appendages, and yelled at the car window when Mama Ging rolled it up on my hand (yeah, that was a fun experience).

I. can't. help. it.

All this time, I hear things like:

1.) Mrs. Wookie, you have anger issues.

2.) Mrs. Wookie, maybe you should have put that pair of shoes right in the doorway.

3.) Mrs. Wookie, maybe if you cleaned up more than once a decade.

4.) Mrs. Wookie, maybe (just fill in the blank with something I don't need to do).

But wait - what's this??? I now hear a genetically-tied individual (that's a family member) has the same disease....and is cursing at objects?!?

FRANKENSTEIN LAUGH: MUHAHAHAHAAH

I love it. That means my genetics aren't mutations, but in fact life lessons that sometimes shit just needs to get yelled at. It means I'm actually family to my family and not "found in the produce department of the grocery store." (I mean, have you seen the size of my eyes...they're like grapefruit). It makes you feel better. And when you feel better, you do better in school/make more money/inherit trust funds/die happy. Yes, in that order (or #3 can occur first - no big deal).

So when this gem of a conversation landed on my wall, I felt like the Sanderson sisters, Come little children, I'll take thee away...