In the movie, "Network," a TV personality asks everyone to go to their windows and shout out, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!" Here's the link to the scene.
What makes you angry? Write a "rant," a kind of angry prose, about something that angers you. Make it colourful. Show, don't tell. Let your feelings out!
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The light was eerie, the headlights bouncing blue light on the houses. Four or five cars lined up, waiting to go through the intersection. The snow was high enough, almost, to touch the doors of the cars, the road was deeply rutted.
This was a January night near my home. The procedure for getting through the intersection was simple: back up, then take a run at it and sail over to the other side. Losing momentum meant you`d be spending some minutes spinning your wheels, making ice beneath your tires.
And all through this (which took more than 30 minutes for the average driver) no one honked a horn, and no angry words were spoken. Civility reigned on the streets of Vancouver. Every driver had to take part in the dance or no one was getting home. We got home.
But that was a long time ago. Things have changed. Gangsters started by gunning down a mother in front of a four year old; the rest of us started back into the shouting, the arm waving, the finger raised in anger.
And for what? For a few seconds sooner to the next red light? Because we face stress (don`t we all?) and wish to remind all around us of our special, unique and selfish brand of the same? We are all stressed these days, but that`s no excuse.
I saw another side of people in January and I liked it. I`m angry as hell that we`ve returned to our old ways with a shrug, saying to ourselves that January was a special case and we were on our best behaviour. That`s what it is—I want that best behaviour back and I`ll stay angry as long as some people continue to expect others to clear out of their oh-so-important way!
“Blow your nose, for god’s sake!” she said to me annoyingly.
A few days ago, I had this annoying nose. It had a terrible sniffling, and sneezing nose. It drove me crazy, and I couldn’t figure out what was happening to me.
I immediately knew it was an allergy since I have one on the dust, but my sister kept insisting I have a head cold, and insisting on eating a cold medicine. So, I gave in and eating a cold medicine, but guess what? It didn’t work at all, and it began to annoy my body and me most of all.
I remember one time during the dinnertime, while I was eating and the food was on my mouth, the nose was immediately react to something strong, and it tickles through my nose then the next thing I knew my food was all over the place. My whole family, of course, looked at me disgustingly; my face became all red and sweat. At the end, I couldn’t eat at all and it made me very upset.
The most annoying thing was at nights, I couldn’t sleep because of my nose. Most of the nights, I wiped my nose dripping, and it soon became a night routines. But most of all, I couldn’t sneeze at all. Soon, I figured that it couldn’t be a head cold because if it was a head cold, the sneeze would be easy and it won’t take long time to get better.
The strange thing was when the weather was sunny, my nose seems to be better, but when the weather was gloomy and my nose was starting up. Finally, my mom took a pity on me, she took me to a doctor, but I think my old nose came back to annoy me again!!
What should I do? If only I could "go to the window and shout, ' I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!'" just like in a movie scene.
In the top of the Pyramid you stand, you who controls everything in your hands. You who step on their remaining pride and spit on their dirty face, in this world, you, without any doubt, are a disgrace. You who think you can afford a human life. Damn you! You who believe that George Washington is mightier than God. Burn in the Inferno! Like the devil, it is where you belong. You are the disease that has no cure. In this farm you are the pest that the Farmer has thrown. It is harder for you to receive the Kingdom of God than for a camel to enter a pin-hole. So you better help us turn the Pyramid upside down and lift the majority to the top!
You who wear luminous clothing but still smells like a pig, damn you for you should look at these children lying naked on the streets. You who live in a Mansion, in an earthquake it will collapse, for you refused to give shelter to your fellow men and free them from their weathered wooden shack . You who eat the best meats, and the sweetest fruits that this world has to offer, one day they will choke you to death, and wouldn’t allow air to enter. For you Glutton should’ve fed the poor’s empty stomachs, and save your brothers from dying because of hunger . You who kill, for any given price. I am sure another person like yourself is going pay for your life. For a cup of rice, someone will cut your head off. For you who think that life can be bought should perish.
You who sits in the position, damn you! We are to one who placed you in the seat, we should be the one you should serve, not us serving you! You should please your people not only your colleagues, not just your allies and definitely not your hookers! You promise to do this, and to help us with that, but sir, your term is almost over, but in poverty, millions of us are still trapped. In your pocket our sweat and tears pours. Damn you! You thieves already have some, why do you still ask for more?
Money is just like us in time, we both lie, but we both cannot stand up against it. Just like you and me, your money would vanish from the face of the earth. If your day comes, I know you’d suffer in hell. I want to see Satan torture your soul with his torch of flame. At least ones, even down there, you should feel how it feels to be treated like a cockroach, a despicable, gruesome roach. You can cry all you want and scream for help. You can try and promise God everything you had, give Him all your assets to pay for your sins. But I am sorry my friend, in Heaven, your money is worth nothing. For brother just like Happiness, you can not buy Forgiveness.
Who Cares?
“My guru said that I was a Bodhisattva in my last life. So he followed Buddha’s instruction and came from Tibet to find me in Shanghai and guide me to my original place.”
“You what?” I doubted my listening in Chinese.
“I was a Bodhisattva. No matter how I’m transferred into. My guru said he’d always find me. I’m gonna donate him a temple. He lives in my house now; do you like to meet him. . . .”
I had nothing to say as a Buddhist myself facing my friend’s wife being obsessed by the Tibetan Lama. This familiar conversation happened on many people we knew—the rich ones.
The Tibetan Lama obviously gained too much respects for their position and their religion—differs from the Buddhism I know—they are non-veg; they order shark’s wings and they can have women.
This was how Chinese government cherished them—the Tibetan people, ever since took control from the previous government who dumped the mainland. Everything is reserved, and polished in Tibet. They have so many privileges, far beyond us—the HAN Nation, the majority. They have no birth control and almost tax free. What if Chinese government was like the British settlers took all their offspring to Chinese schools and brain-wash them into HAN culture.
Of course there are the unsatisfied ones, the DALA families who owned thousand slaves and their life. He is everything but a Buddhist to me.
I’m really fine to confer Tibet independence if Canada released Quebec and US released Hawaii and U.K released Northern Island. France doesn’t have to release anyone, simply their first lady can cover her clothes on would be enough. I hope their YSL group can sponsor her some, from the money they earned by keeping Chinese antiques depredated from China during the Opium War—for China isn’t coward anymore—they have nuclear weapon now.
Talking about nuclear weapon I wonder how China can grow stronger day by day. Is that because of her long splendid history or largest population or diverse culture? None! It’s the nuclear weapon blessing China developed in last their years with the manageable defiance from the western countries. What’s a bad example for this brutal world! So North Korea wants to have and so does Iran. If U.S can and Russia Can and China can, Why cannot them? There is just no equality in this world. Who Cares?
Talking about equality—the last thing this world would have—at least between men and women. There was another Korean actress committed suicide recently for rejecting sleeping with a film director. So she was physically abused and humiliated to death. Her agent lied like any idiot would. The last things this early maybe lack of are idiots or liars. Who CARES?
Talking about liars or idiots, these are many of them of in Canadian government. Like the budget for 2010 Olympic game could be so different from the original figure. Those are simple tricks showing up daily in Canadian government, they just need to choose to act as idiots or liars. Now the policemen are ticketing the homelessness for jaywalking on streets to make up their deficit financing. Who CARES?
Talking about the Canadian Police who blocked both side of the street I live in during late night. Sirens roared, lights flashed, more than ten police cars blocked ways like a movie shooting here, quite a scenery! Nothing happened in the end, no news released. What they are capable of expect beating the “BROWN” newspaper man and eletroschoking a new lander? That’s the way to show how masculine they are. Who CARES?
Talking about masculine, I need to go back to my Twilight now. In real world there is just no way to find a man who could be this considerate, reliable, self-giving and undivided. For countries ago, women started to fall in love with the beast, the frog, the gorilla, Forest Gan and why not a vampire this time? Who CARES?
The phone ring again for the third time, I hate it, I know it is from Rogers.
“Hello, This is from Rogers wireless, we have new promotion: you can add one line for your family and place unlimited call between each other.”
“I have been called by you ever since last week, why don’t you check the records. I said I don’t need this promotion.”
“Ok . . . sorry for that”
I bang the phone fiercely again the base.
One hour later: “Ring, Ring!” I looked at the call display, and my heart started racing.
“This is your forth time again, if you keep on harassing me like this, I promise I will cancel your company’s service.” I bang the phone again. I just hate it, those idiots.
After my heart rate became normal again, I tried to give reason for this kind of irrational behaviour. Maybe during this economic downturn, the company will surly lay off staff. That was it four calls in a day.
Just before I realized it is the end of the harassments, the phone rang again next day morning.
I looked at the call display; it is Roger again. I just don’t know what on earth people can do this to me. I just ignore the phone rings
Another hour later, the phone rang again, it was Roger again. I started to laugh with tears since this is so ridiculous that the sales person would use this method to promote the service. I just felt lucky it was not the call from the bank to collect my debts, so I just happily ignored it and indulged myself in the phone rings.
I consider myself to have generally high tolerance to the many kinds of annoying things people can do. But there is one thing that I absolutely cannot stand and drives me completely insane. Compulsive liars. Yes we all have dealt with them before. Those people who deny through their own teeth something you know for a fact is true. It doesn't matter how much proof you give, they never did it. Or they never said it. Or they weren't there, etc.
It is completely beyond me, how these people can just sit there and deny it to no end. You could have the clearest memory of a conversation you had with the person. Remembering in detail what you had talked about. Yet they deny it ever happening for whatever reason. It drives me completely crazy! Is it that hard for people to just be honest with things that don't even matter? Sure we all tell white lies, were human. But people who lie to protect their own image if they have done wrong deserve to be beaten with a metal rod. Is it so hard to own up to things you have done? Sure, I understand that can be difficult sometimes. But honestly, just be the better person and do it!
Yet probably the biggest annoyance to deal with is when people lie about things make themselves sound like a better person. Honestly? Is it really necessary to say you make $15.25 an hour, when you only make $13.25 an hour? Saying you make two dollars more is not gonna make me think any better of you. Or when someone says they used to be in modeling for example. Then you ask to see some of their work and they make countless excuses as to why you cant. Seriously, it baffles me on how dumb people can be.
Some people just need to realize that lying is not the answer to everything. They need to see that people wont think any less of them for telling the truth.
GOD DAMN IT, MARK, I LOVE UR PIECE ESPEICALLY.
My left foot stumbled—I’ve observed that and it meant bad luck whenever I stumbled— and I limped on my way home. I had a creeping feeling that something very shocking would happen that night. When the night covered Kissidougou, it finally happened.
“It was Makassia’s idea…,” Martin accused. “I told her stealing that money would lead to something bad. But she said there’s too much money and her auntie won’t even notice.”
I glared at her ugly flat face with wide eyes. For a moment, I thought I was going to blow up out of anger. Me? Steal ten thousand Guinea francs? What in the world would I do with such money at age ten? I was speechless for about two minutes before I could talk.
“I don’t even know what she’s talking about…She’s accusing me of something she did. I wasn’t even here the afternoon the money was stolen. How could such be my scheme then…?” I cried and looked at the confused faces that were glaring through me to see if they believed me, but I couldn’t tell. Their expressions were blank and unreadable.
My voice shook, and for the first time in my life, I felt a rage of hatred that made me think of strangling somebody to death! I was known as a quiet girl and the long hallway was full of people who trusted me. How could I lose that respect for something I didn’t do? It would have felt better if I had done it…But I didn’t!
“So I told her that I wasn’t interested in taking the money and walked out,” she continued. And it was driving me nuts! “I thought she would’ve had a second thought. I didn’t realize she was serious until her auntie came asking if I took any money…”
“Should a lightning strike you dead?” I asked her. My head was spinning. I was sitting, but it felt like I was sliding off my seat. I could have exploded at any minute.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Oh… my God…Martin!” I wanted to rip her mouth apart and silence it forever! My hands moved uncontrollably near her ear for a slap, but I knew where that could lead to. I could get a broken wrist or end up beaten, since I wasn’t a fighter.
I wished this night was a nightmare and waited for me to wake up from it. But I didn’t! The memory still maddens me whenever I thought it. And whenever I meet people like Martin, I feel like running to my open window, and screaming that “I’m mad as hell and I can’t take” anymore of their accusations!
Public Transportation
My friends always say that I am a good listener. For me, it depends whom I’m supposed to listen to. Do you think it is a good idea to talk out loud in the public transportation?
Usually, I read books when I am travelling on the bus or sky train. So I am a good and quiet traveller. But, from time to time I have other fellows who think they are the only people on board.
“Did you get your vacation this year?” one of the two ladies sitting behind me asked.
“No, not yet, but I am planning to take it in the summer. It will be a long one this year.”
“I planned to spend my vacation with my grandchildren this year.”
“What is stopping you?”
“My daughter-in-law is going to her parents’ at that time. She is taking the kids to Ontario.”
I tried to concentrate on the page number 117 I was reading for the fifth time. Well, who’s to blame?
I looked to the other end; all three single seats were free. So, I closed my book, took my purse and moved to the other end. I sat in the middle seat in the raw just to make distance between seats in case of any friends coming on board.
The ladies were far away from me now. They continued their conversation. Satisfied with myself, I opened the page number 117 of my book and start reading again. Soon, when I was reading the next page, the train stopped in the next station. Two teenagers boarded the train. One of them sat in front of me, while the other one took the seat in the back. They started chatting through me in a totally strange language for my ears.
They were chatting non stop, so I decided to make them pay attention to me reading a book. I looked out. Start reading again. Nothing. It seemed I was invisible to them, so I closed my book and put it in my purse.
“I can’t take it anymore!” I was mad as hell. “I won’t think of going green, I’ll go crazy if I carry on taking public transit.” I decided to drive from then on.
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Before he dropped me in school he asked, ”How long are you going to stay in school”?
" Approximately two hours, but I can finish early, " I answered.
"All right I will be over there before you finish, and then we can go for lunch," he offered.
"Sounds great!"
When I finished my class I couldn’t find him. I called him, "where are you?"
“I am coming “ he answered. "I am stuck in traffic. Could you please wait for me ten minutes?"
"No problem, see you soon."
I started walking in hallway. Aroma of food made me hungry. I could hear “gurrr gurr” in my stomach. I was loosing my patience. I dialed his number again, but this time it went to massage.
After fifteen minutes he called, " sorry I am late .I will be over there within ten minutes" I sat in the hallway, watched students and the front door. It was already past ten minutes since his last call. I shut down my phone and started running to school cafeteria.
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