Bloody pinky as a means to enlightement

     Ever since I was little, if I hurt myself I get angry. Toes looking for furniture in the dark or coming back to reality & not noticing the cabinet above the head  - and the time stops. Like droplets of water frozen in mid-air, nothing, for a jiffy, exists. And then a huge wave of anger drowns the world. Why?!
     Anger causes pain, it's true - mental, emotional, physical ... Is it the same vice versa? Are the two connected? And what if I could use that pause in time to get elsewhere? Treat it like a door, like a chance ... to enlightenment.

If a Moose were I

     I can't say I'm very social. I can't stand a neighbor closer that 2 miles to my home, and my dogs are not friendly. I don't reply to text messages unless I'm in a mood to socialize. I don't ever make phone calls ... I run away from human situations.
     But I do like dance parties. And fires. And sharing a smoke, even though I don't like smoking. I like to people-watch & to observe. But please don't come up to me and ask me boring questions about my name, my place of birth and my hobbies. I love spontaneous everything, even people.
     I have to get ready mentally to go into work; unexpected "Can you come in and cover a shift?" turns me into a cussing monster who throws mayo at the walls.
     I despise being fake to people, and I fake it badly.
     I'm just really confused about it all. Please don't like my hair.
     But I love to love. And when I love, you'll feel like there's no one else in the Universe as majestic as you are. One-on-one, you & I - we are the World!