Frustranger



That feeling, when I am so furious about being incapable of making my point that I cannot speak or stand still. I am convinced that my point is so obvious that anyone can smell it, and the fact that they do not see is a deliberate act of spite and stubbornness, an attack on my person. When I am frustrangry, I cannot fit in my body. I have too much energy to stay squeezed into it. I stomp or do the dishes or fold laundry in a really aggressive way. That is what I am talking about.


Music pairing: Leave My Body by Florence + The Machine