I know what it’s like when I get like this.
Angry. Frustrated. It doesn’t take a genius. Self-awareness isn’t a superpower—it just takes a little paying attention. And once you start paying attention to what you’re like, you can’t *stop* paying attention what you’re like. The thing about awareness is, once you got it, you got it. You know?
A little distinction here. It’s no surprise to anyone that I get pissed, because hey, if I had never been pissed, my SuperHero identity never would have been revealed. Great Big Girl would never have been born without the injustices that demanded her creation. So sure, I get filled with the Righteous Indignation or Touched with The Fire, and everybody’s seen that. And really, when The Fire is on me, I mainly get one of two reactions. Either the witnesses think, “Hey, the girl is right—that is unjust”, or they laugh. Because I feel The Fire with my whole body, and I can’t hide it, and I “Grrrrr!” and I shake my angry fist, and I open my throat and push the air up from the bottom of my lungs for the dramatic, emphatic, “That. Is. So. Wrong. I could. Fall. Down.” Yeah, I know. It’s not an act, though—it’s totally sincere. But people tend to think it’s funny.