I'm often annoyed, but very rarely truly enraged. This is because I really just don't care about most people enough to get angry about anything they might say or do as long as they aren't actively stealing from or injuring me or someone I care about.

Today was one of those rare occasions, because the object of my rage was one of the very few people I trust, and who today spewed at me the most hateful crap I think I've ever heard. Objectively it probably wasn't even that bad, but the fact that it was who it was, and directed without irony or sarcasm at me... just... Had I been in the man's presence I'd have fed him his teeth and curb stomped his pasty face into pizza topping.

As it was, I came home and ran the best three mile I've ever run.

in.

my.

life.

3 miles in 26:19. My previous best was 3 in 26:49, and that was while I was in the Air Force back in '04.

The worst part is when I was done I felt like I could have kept going. The flame hadn't dimmed a bit. I still crave violence. This ill-used unwashed hypocritical tub o' lard was once a mentor of mine and now I want to crush him just to remind him that men are made, not born, and respect is a reward, not an entitlement.

But he did give me the best time of my life... *winces at the sheer audacity of the pun*

Perhaps I can forgive him just for that.