Self righteous with a dash of hypocrisy

I'm been berating M for a couple of days about his anger management when it comes to the Internet. I've railed on him quite a bit about what does and does not warrant cursing, yelling and otherwise hostile behaviour. "There are more important things in the world to be angry about" I would say. I would even play the dirty card of "dealing with sick children all day, so the functionality of the Internet just doesn't rate on my scale of things to be pissed off about." I was laying it on pretty thick, no.

And then tonight I fell from my budda-eqsue stature when faced with an exasperating computer related problem I exclaimed (from beneath my desk) "DAMMIT!" You see, my computer speakers have developed an intermittent buzz, something I'd thought I'd fixed by moving plugs and wires. Oh how clever I was! And then a couple of hours later the dammed buzz came back.

Damned buzz. DAMNED BUZZ!

Don't my speakers know that I do almost all of my music listening at my computer. How dare they ruin my time in my happy place!

I'm not sure what I feel worse about. Being upset about M wanting to tear the house down, being upset with myself for being upset with M (vicious circle, eh), my speakers turning into useless sources of irritating noise or losing the moral high ground. How quickly the mighty have fallen.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Sick" by The Sneaker Pimps

GOD DAMNED BUZZ!!!!!

HRH