Angry At the World Today

My back is aching but I can lift this. There is only one more giant box. My muscles are tense, my neck is screaming. My body groans, wanting to give up. Why don’t we disappear and let someone else do this? Voice of stupidity whispers. It is time for a sane person’s nap, but I am determined to punish my muscles. Angry at them for getting saggy, baggy, noncompliant, but most of all for not being young. In a horrible mood now, I run around shrieking at others, riling up the troops. Baring my teeth, showing them the remnants of my emotional lobotomy. Angry at everyone else for what I have done to myself. Angry at everyone else for my negative self-talk. Everything hurts now. Every single muscle, joint, and hair follicle. I have bruised and bashed myself, but most of all, I am ….. Angry at the world for allowing me to get old.