tantrums

oh i can relate. from saipua:

Shortly after it came out I visited my parents who, in typical parental dilligence had read the comments online, and pointed out one from a negative-nancy type who wrote something about me throwing tantrums because I couldn’t have the flowers I wanted, when I wanted them. Which Eric and I now laugh about constantly, because IF ONLY she knew the sort of tantrums I throw. Always been a tantrum thrower. Like when I couldn’t go to the mall and I threatened to slit my wrists (parents ignoring me over coffee on the porch…I think I’ve told you that one) or whenever I lost in the family game of rummy. There’s a point in a tantrum of sudden clarity and self awareness, and edge of cliff sort of moment where you think — am I really going to let this out, the moment before the runaway effect.