Horribly, horribly tense

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Therefore tremble and depart.
Originally uploaded by mostlysunny1

This week has been one of petty frustrations that I've allowed to build and build until they filled my chest, forming a tight ball that I can feel.

I've tried running from the feeling on a treadmill. I've tried zen meditation (so zen was I yesterday that I ran a red light and avoided being hit my millimeters). I've tried being organized. I've tried being annoyed. I've tried nasty. I've tried rising above it - but still the knot of anger at the people responsible grows .

How come I can feel so passionately about something that ultimately doesn't matter - and be so unmoved by the great imjustices in the world.

Time I think for some perspective