The Ink-Pot and the Palette

I'm impressed with your knife-wielding, actually, though I'm glad it wasn't successful. As to door slamming, yep. I've done more than my share of that. In fact, there might have been a slight over-emphasis on door-closing as I left the party last night. Only slight (thanks to these modern, fully-weatherized doors that close on little pillows of air, really).

The aftermath of expressions of trapped rage (which was, in a small way, what I was feeling at the birthday party) are always so hard to cope with. I don't know about you, but I go through social embarrassment, personal shame, and, worst of all, a horrible feeling of sliding once more down a slope that I've vowed never to approach again.

I've learned to remember that the cascading bad feelings are brain-chemistry-not-reality ("brain-chemistry-not-reality, brain-chemistry-not-reality, brain-chemistry-not-reality," I chant) and that I'm no more contemptible today than I was yesterday. There are tricks and tools I can use to get myself down out of the trees, and if I can force myself to do any of them, I will get immediate partial relief.

The EFT tapping is strange and crazy-sounding, and I wouldn't mention it if I didn't find it effective.

I am definitely not more evolved than you! LOL! I'm just older, with more years of therapy.