Screaming

So does anyone else find themselves with the occasional need to scream in frustration at the world at large? No, no, no, don't misunderstand me, I am not unhappy with or ungrateful for my life, not at all. I am a very happy man with many things in my life to be happy about and thankful for. There are just moments when I can think of nothing except screaming at things: fists impotently clenched, face pressed against that of a total stranger in the street, body taut and shaking, mouth open and vocalising the basest of emotions; rage.

I have, in my quiet times, tried to analyse this sensation but have yet to reach a satisfactory answer. Is it that I have within me a being separate from myself that longs to be free and wreak havoc upon the world? Is it that I am deeply and secretly troubled over my life and need to seek counselling to resolve my inner misgivings, perhaps including group sessions where we all talk about our 'real feelings' and get in touch with our repressed sides? Or is it just that I am like everybody else and occasionally need to scream at the world at large for being in my way when I'm busy trying to live in a dream?

Being perfectly honest I really don't get the urge to scream at the world as often as I seem to have made out. Most of the time I really am as happy with myself and my life as I appear. After all, there's plenty of room in my head for the beast as well as the bounty hunter.

Puzzle over that one with your morning tea.