I think the point of cathartic stuff is to release the anger or stress or what have you, but when you are just stoking that anger all you get is angrier and more stressed. And probably more stupid. Anger is an energy but it isn't useful if all you want to be is more angry.
And the sparkling husband primitive has a great deal about which to be angry.
Not that being angry helps the matter.
The only thing worthwhile to society that the sparkling husband has ever contributed was that he served on PT-109 or whatever it was, in the U.S. Navy during the mid-1960s; since then, the sparkling husband primitive hasn't contributed an iota to society.
If I were the same old age as the sparkling husband primitive, I'd realize that and get upset too.
The sparkling husband primitive took the wealth his parents left him--not "wealth" in a big sense, but a lot of money anyway--and instead of increasing it for his own children, he's frittered away not only the interest but the capital.
If I were the same old age as the sparkling husband primitive, I'd realize that and get upset too.
The sparkling husband primitive has so subjugated himself to the domination and whims of his wife he's lost his own
persona, evolving into nothing but an empty shell.
If I were the same old age as the sparkling husband primitive, I'd realize that and get upset too.
The sparkling husband primitive has rejected much of himself, in rejecting God and the religion in which he was born, and when one rejects one's past, one has rejected oneself, and there's nothing left of one.
If I were the same old age as the sparkling husband primitive, I'd realize that and get upset too.
The sparkling husband primitive imagines himself a
gourmand and has decadently eaten himself up into considerable overweightness from which it's harder and harder to go down.
If I were the same old age as the sparkling husband primitive, I'd realize that and get upset too.
The sparkling husband primitive is getting older and older with each passing day, pitching his tent one day's march closer to the mausoleum. His subconscious is aware that all the free medical care in the world won't keep him from that Fate which must come to us all.
If I were the same old age as the sparkling husband primitive, I'd realize that and get all bent out of shape too.
The sparkling husband primitive has a great deal about which to be angry, but he's got only himself to blame, and besides, anger won't help him.
edited to correct spelling of the word "primitive;" sorry for the inconvenience
