Anger

I'm really not angry. I'm not angry at God or at life. Scared, but not angry. From my point of view this is one of those things that happens. And it happens to me. There really doesn't have to be a reason as to why this is happening-- which is really an odd thing to say because of my philosophy background. But the reason behind all of "this" doesn't matter. It just happens.

But every once in a while I get angry. I get angry at the people who smoke. I get angry at the drugs for clear skin whose side effects are, "may cause cancer". If you had to go through chemo you would avoid that shit like the plague. This is curable, death is not really in my life the way it is with other forms of cancer. But it's still a rather tiring, troubling, and painful experience. And the anger comes in when I see people doing thing that increase their risk of cancer. They have no idea of what they will go through; I had no idea what I would go through. And it's not fun.

It's rather short lived, and usually expressed with a deep sigh and expletive. But that's about the extent of my anger.