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Humiliation and Rage In a Day


"I should just drive around this city and take photos of all the buildings I've been humiliated in."

Moon Unit Zappa


For some reason whenever I feel the bitter taste of humiliation, I must speak about it. Perhaps I want someone to tell me the particular event wasn't that big of a deal, I'm over reacting or possibly that they've experienced the same shame as I have. One humiliation most people have endured is having someone walk in on you while using the bathroom. I'm not sure which person is actually more humiliated by this situation, but I think both people lose. Not everyone however, will experience something such as being walked in on while changing a sanitary item. I have and I must say, both people were losers in that situation as well. Immediately afterwards I told a friend about the incident almost as if she were a priest or a therapist that could make everything go away. This was not the case. 

In my opinion there are certain things that everyone experiences, but no one should ever actually discuss. This would be "reading a magazine" (for those who watch How I Met Your Mother, you might remember this as pooping), sex and for women their periods. I'm sure there are more, but at the moment I can't think of any more. Well, today I had to experience one of those things and "read" enough of it to fit in to several cups. The entire time I could only think of one thing...


As you can see I experience great humiliation and here I am telling the entire world about it. For those of you who think this might be a blog attempt at shock value, well, then I should have done better than this. Perhaps my humiliation could be your humor. 

Of course this bring me to the next part of the story... my co-worker once again disregarding my simple request to sign out books when she hands them out. My inventory gets messed up and books are going missing because of this. When I bring it up her answer is, "Well, I can't help you with that." This results in...RAGE! 


My boss response is, "well, she doesn't know...she's about loony." More RAGE! 


It's humiliating to be in a position of such complete disregard and then RAGE! I capitalize, because this is not a word that should be taken lightly. This has happened before, but after my humiliating morning and 45 minutes of finding parking at the school it results in an over reaction of rage. It's also possible that it involves the large amounts of caffeine in my system.

All of civility depends on being able to contain the rage of individuals.
Joshua Lederberg

Luckily, I did somehow control this rage inside of me. Considering the Ginger I am, this is good for all those involved. 

Humiliation and rage...perhaps they are as closely linked as love and hate. Possibly closer. 

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