Bottom lip quivers, rage is so apparent,
Don't know whether to kill or cry,
Don't know how to read beneath the turning,
You don't know how to say goodbye.
~ Unsound, The Headstones
Was listening to loud and obnoxious music on the way in to school this morning, when this song came up. I love the Headstones, and think they're one of the best bands to come out of Canada IMHO. They kick some serious ass...of course it could just be that the lead singer, Hugh Dillon, has the voice and the look that dark fantasies are made of. But I digress....
This song made me think of how I felt far too many times while playing poker this weekend. I won't bore you with bad beats, there were many of them. And also mistakes were made, errors in judgement on my part. But it didn't matter what happened, who's "fault" it was...I felt enraged when the cards didn't fall as they should. And instead of stopping, what did I do....I walked away until I think I calmed down, then came back for more. Eventually I came to my senses, stopped the insanity and closed the laptop, but not until late Sunday.
Now I know I'm at the wrong end of the hormone rollercoaster atm, but I don't recall ever feeling that depth of negative emotion over anything (not even my ex-husband). So other than my home game tonight (god, I hope they don't read this today), and the WWdN and Mookie, I think I may take some time off from poker this week.
But then again...who am I kidding, lol?!??!
Jules...this is for you. Enjoy!