Thursday, September 17, 2009

Insults

The thought just occurred to me that on the whole, insults don't faze me very much. Most insults are like poorly placed blows, rolling off their target like water off a duck's back. These insults are typically uninspired and practically cliche.

Then, every once in a while, I get one that is much more...acute. Rather than sloppy swings at my psyche, they tend to be more similar to a steadily placed syringe, taking the scorn straight to the bloodstream. It ends up causing some kind of pseudo-chemical reaction, forming a thick, viscous ichor; pure anger. Really sucks, feels like battery acid being poured right down the back of your brain. It becomes a hilariously vicious cycle; I get mad, then I wonder why I'm getting so mad, then I get even more upset about how mad I've gotten.

But of course, the worst insults are the depressing ones because you know, deep down, they're true :/