RAGE

I was pondering on a few different types of rage on the way back from David's apartment tonight. A popular form of rage is NERD RAGE, which I identify to be something along the lines of "This movie sucks because in scene three, Aragorn is supposed to be wearing a brown waistcoat and they put him as wearing a green waistcoat." Nerd rage means you know too much about something and therefore are upset when anyone who might know less than you changes something. I occasionally have nerd rage, but I like to make sure it is warranted, like say the leaving out of entire characters.

Another type of rage I've identified very recently is PANERA RAGE. Panera rage is induced by people allowing their children to reach under the glass and touch pastries, leaving all their dishes on their tables (instead of putting them in the carefully labeled bins), and stepping up when we say "I can help whoever is ready!" and then looking at the menu for the first time. By the way, would that be "whomever" instead of "whoever?"

The type of rage that set off this mental examination is what I fondly call VIRGIN RAGE. And I won't say any more about that except that this entire month stinks and the days are taking FOREVER. It's about nine days left now?