I do like a good rant.

Correction - I like to write a good rant.  well, I suppose I don't mind reading one either - as long as I can relate to it - which is often not the case.

I have nothing in particular to rant about. I just feel like ranting.

The list of things which I COULD rant about is pretty endless.   But I don't see much point in doing such endlessly.  It is just that sometimes I feel a need to expel some of the annoyance and irritation that builds up within me.

Of course it IS my problem. I must acknowledge that.  I know too well that the moment I start speaking of how other people in the world do this and that and how it annoys me - it is MY problem. And my problem is that I have allowed what they do or believe or whatever - to affect me.

But I'm not perfect. And so sometimes it DOES affect me.

Even the trivial things sometimes. Even the SUPER-trivial. 

For example - rhyming poetry. Drives me nutty.

Now I am not a poetry person as such but I do occasionally write a little bit of what I might call "prose" but it is usually just more of a "streaming" of my inner thoughts in a random and/or unstructured way.  And there are occasions when I read stuff others write.

But when I see something written where the last words of every pair of lines have to rhyme (or whatever pattern they have chosen) - for some insane reason it evokes in me something akin to a mild version of the sentiment "preferring to chew my own arm off than to read it" or something such.  Ok - perhaps not quite so dramatic as that but hopefully you get my drift.

As I said - SUPER trivial. And yet..... real (for me).

What does this tell me about myself?  That is the real question.  I mean - why the fuck should I care if someone wants to write what I might call inane and meaningless poetry?  It obviously is not inane and meaningless to them.  This is a judgement that I am making. 

Because the author has chosen to make the words rhyme (for whatever reason - the reason isn't actually important), I have chosen to make a judgement that says the poetry is therefore meaningless.  So again - MY problem. Not theirs.

The good thing that can come out of such wonderings is that I can, if I choose to and am open to, learn more about myself. Self questioning. 

It is so easy to rage against others and say "Oh well they are THIS and they are THAT and therefore they are &*^%$" but at a base level what is this I am actually doing? Essentially I am laying the blame for my own internal angst/dissatisfaction/whatever squarely at the feet of others.  In essence I am making myself the victim.  And that is silly.  But more importantly in doing that I am doing myself a huge disservice.