I got into an argument tonight with a good friend. The conversation got me pretty worked up and when I’m worked up it will sit and stew forever, just because I can (thank you very much).
So I took a melatonin tablet, and decided to distract myself while waiting for it to kick in by playing a game.
A cell phone game.
But there is no “just playing” angry birds for me. I hate those little bastard birds, and their little green pig friends. I am determined to beat this game because, like any book I pick up, I’ve got to finish it. I can’t leave pages unread, I can’t leave levels unbeaten, I can’t leave pigs unflattened. It’s just my way. No matter how unreasonably angry and frustrated it makes me (I’m looking at you, Breaking Dawn), I can’t let it go until it’s finished.
I could have gone for the game where the cow jumps on platforms to get to a spaceship. I could have gone with sudoku.
I had to go with the one that would undoubtedly make me the most angry, the most frustrated, the most irritated person in the world for those few minutes between when I took a melatonin tablet, and when it knocks me out on my pillow.
And that’s how I knew.