See kids, the problem isn't the anger so much as it is the impotence of same.

Now, I know that THEY are listening and THEY delight in nothing more than monkeypawing my desires, and as such I should shut up and concentrate on honing and waiting for opportunities, but I can't help but think that there is a definite-yet-unquantifiable possibility that having a target would in fact allow me to bleed off some of my latent (and currently directionless) red rage in a way that would be ultimately fulfilling, or at least helpful in that all-important mentally-stabilizing way.

Problem being, all of the inexplicable things which have happened to me in the last couple of weeks which I would have once upon a time predicted would actually stabilize my mindset and elevate my mood have had the opposite effect. So in addition to my wariness at the thought of even mentioning the idea (how Democratic of me), I also have absolutely no clue as to the MO of this diaphanous problem-solving psyche-bleeding event were it to occur. Go, me.