Eh?

Here's my morning, in a nutshell:

- I visited another ENT -- are they all nice, geeky white guys in their mid-40s or what? -- to talk about my hearing loss. My second opinion was the same as the first: This is probably something congenital, it could have something to do with the ear infections I suffered as a tot, there's nothing anybody can really do about solving it or predicting whether I'm going to eventually go completely deaf. Reassuring. At least he was honest about it.

- Post-doctor's appointment, I hopped the bus downtown, stopping at our bank on the way to deposit some checks. There was a blind man at the counter next to me, and on my way out, I accidentally kicked over his cane. It flew across the lobby. I apologized profusely. He did not seem placated, understandably.

- The capper: On my way from the bank to my office, I passed by a bus stop where a seemingly sane-looking woman (SLW) was standing and waiting. As I walked by, she yelled something at me. I kept walking. She kept yelling. This conversation ensued:

SLW: I don't even know you. How dare you!
Me: I didn't say anything to you.
SLW: I know. It's the way you looked at me. How dare you! Nobody deserves that kind of look!
Me: Ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about.

At this point, she began walking toward me, continuing to carry on about my evil glare. I, in turn, lost it, and began asking her to leave me alone. Actually, I think the phrase I used was something less polite, like, say, "Back the fuck off now before I make you back the fuck off." And, yeah, I was screaming. And pointing my finger. And generally looking as menacing as possible, if I'm capable of looking menacing.

Not my proudest moment. This exchange has only confirmed something I've been thinking for a while: Maybe I need therapy. Because apparently, I have all sorts of surpressed rage just waiting for an excuse to come out.

Where has my zen place gone?