Need to Vent

Hello Everyone:

This what I look like when I vent
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I finally have some peace and quiet after a stressful morning.  The exterminators came back to finish the job they started on Monday.  Yet, the have to still come in a few weeks for more work.  Geez, how bad was this?  Why hasn't PLB management sprayed the outside of my building where these disgusting cockroaches live?  Then I finally went to get the smog check for my car only to have to deal with some a@#hole.  The silver lining in all this is my car passed and I got use the coupon I had.  Just the same I felt totally put out by the whole thing.  When I tried to vent my feelings to mom, who was in the car with me, she just didn't seem to be really paying attention to a single thing.  As usual, she latched on to the insignificant points.  When I vent, it's more like a volcano going off at full tilt.  Pretty picture isn't it?  I just spew and lightening shoots out.  The bf recognizes that when I need to vent my feelings, it's best to just to listen and acknowledge not add to my frustration, unlike some people.  Writing things down in a blog does help because I let it go into the atmosphere.  This reminds me of a book I read two year ago called The Angry Buddhist. 

The story centered around an investigator for the Palm Springs district attorney's office looking into a kidnapping/double homicide.  The investigator had anger issues and worked them out online with a Buddhist.  Anyway, the Buddhist was always telling the investigator to put his issues in a bubble and let it float away.  I suppose that's what blogging is all about for me.  Although in the heat of the moment, I'm going off, four letter words are flying everywhere, the people closet to me are getting sideswiped.

Right now, the main source of my frustration is being put out by the whole exterminator situation. I keep reminding myself to be more patient and just go with the flow but it's hard when the living room is in a chaotic state and disgusting creatures are coming out of every wall.  Mom and I even briefly floated the idea of moving to another unit in the complex.  I've just had it with the whole thing.