Sticky Anger

"I don't want to be angry."

"Then put it down over here."

"My anger?"

"Yeah? Put it down, right here."

"I can't... It's sticking to my hands."

"Here, let me help yo- Ew! Shit, that IS sticky. I got some of it on me now too, I can't - how the hell do you get this off?"

"That's exactly what I'm asking!"

"How long have you been carrying this? Ew, seriously. I can't get it off!"

"For so long, it's pretty familar to me."

"But you can't do anything, with! this! sticky! urgh! stuff! on! your! damn! hands!"

"Just wait a bit and you'll get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it. It's... I don't know. It's frustrating. Can you wash it off?"

"Ha! Believe me , I've tried."

"How are you this calm about it?"

"It comes and goes. Some days I'm really upset, then it's like... it's like it kind of grows. Like yours is now, because you're getting frustrated."

"What? Is mine- holy shit, it's growing. How do I make it stop? Help me!"

"YOU were supposed to help ME!"

"What?! You- I- What?! I tried. And then you put this shit on me! You've had it for the longest, you should know be-"

"Know better, yeah, yeah, yeah... 'Aren't you tired of holding onto that?' 'I know a great guy who could help you. If you would just talk to him' 'There's no duct tape for the human mind.' I've heard it all."

"But you said if you don't agitate it becomes bearable? It won't get OFF!"

"Yup. Breathe."

"...."

"Do it. There you go. Deep breaths. That's the only thing that helps me right now."