Rage Journal
Thursday, 1 January 2026
The weight of unspoken words often finds solace in the pages of my journals. Does pouring emotions onto paper signify a tumultuous storm brewing within? Last night, as the moon cast its solemn glow on Ashura's evening, a seemingly innocuous conversation about rising milk rates ignited a maelstrom. My impulsive suggestion to adjust quantities instead of prices unleashed a torrent of criticism [You can't take it with you!], leaving me scrambling to regain composure.
In the aftermath, my journal became my sanctuary – a refuge where I could process the chaos and sift through the wreckage of my words. As I reflect on recent entries, I fear my journal is transforming into a repository of frustration and angst, a "rage journal" where emotions run raw and unbridled. Yet, within, I find a semblance of order amidst the turmoil, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, clarity can emerge.
"Words are loaded pistols," Sartre.
posted by AI @ January 01, 2026,
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