Sorry guys, I got ahead of myself and started blogging before explaining why in the hell i was doing the bloody blog in the first place. Let's put it down to me being a blogging newb, and the first post was giving you a taster of what's to come instead of just getting it ass backwards.
So, let me explain why the blog is called
understandably angry. Basically when I
go out on the piss with the lads, they always think I get angry for no reason
and most of the time they blame it on a bottle of lambrini or two that I’ve had
before venturing out. This normally
annoys me, as not only is lambrini like ambrosia to the gods, but i don’t actually
believe that a certain type of alcohol can change your attitude to make you
feel anger, sadness or whatever. I
believe what ever you are feeling at the time of drinking gets amplified by
alcohol itself, not a specific type. So
Stella is not wife beater, it is the wife beaters drink of choice, that’s all
and pricks who think they are the hardest man in the world, after a stella,
tend to act like they are by pushing men and women around alike . Going off subject a tad. So all that being said, my normal retort to
my friends when they say “don’t get angry tonight please mate” is first a
startled expression followed by “I won’t and I don’t normally but if something
make me angry and it’s completely understandable then I will and I’ll try to maintain it but it’s not easy” FACT.
Either way, I am sure everyone in the world becomes
understandably angry at some point in their life, and I believe at least 80% of
you will inevitably bring up these frustrations when under the power, I mean
influence, of alcohol whether it’s in an actual conversation or just bringing
it up at really inopportune time. Some
keep it all welled up inside by sheer willpower or by rubbing their earlobes and chanting
“woooosar” whilst taken deep breaths, others go and expel their unwanted angry
energy at the gym or lay fuck into punching bag and there are those small
minorities who send a strongly worded letter.
I can I empathise with that last part as I too have composed many a letter and also threatened to send a few whilst being out by taking
manager’s names ect.., although I’ve never actually sent any. Why not you ask? Too much hassle to spend money on envelopes and stamps, post the thing with a 90% chance of fuck all back.
So, with out further ado, my name is Max, and I, on the odd occasion, am a understandably angry person........