Emotional outbursts and lashing out irrationally

I like that title.

I forgot to blog about this the other day and figured now is a better time than ever, considering that there are a few new readers (I hope) since this afternoon. Lunch was a blast, I might add.

So Helen and I were out and about going to every scrapbook in the area looking for a few things that I needed. We were headed home from CP, down by the Springville Walmart. I was on 9th East by our church, when I glanced over and saw some teenaged couple freaking DRY HUMPING on the church lawn. I think I yelled something and laid on the horn. A lot. They looked up and I was in such a frenzy of anger that instead of rolling down my window, I rolled down every other window in the car and not mine until it was too late. (Also known as being at the corner of 9th and 2nd.) I said, "Oh, no way," and hung a left, burning into the church parking lot. I was so angry. Since I had my window rolled down (finally) I proceeded to... LASH OUT IRRATIONALLY at said teenaged couple. Here's the extent of what I said:

"What you are doing is disgusting and intolerable! You are on church grounds, and this is offensive to me! I don't care how old you are! You can take your levi-loving and go somewhere else! Go to the school across the way or to a park or whatever, but don't do that on church grounds! This is private property and I'll call the cops!"

Of course what I said was definitely more effective, wasn't timed so well as what's written, and didn't sound so organized and comical. When I got home, I was so angry that I was barely able to get the key in the lock and go in the house.

Helen made the comment that I can turn on the anger when I want to.

I think she's right.

Dad called me once to see how I was doing. I said that I had an emotional outburst and felt much better. He responded, "Just like your mother."