National vent your frustration day

If you’ve ever fantasised about punching a perfectly innocent passer-by in the face, you’re not alone. Neglecting to healthily vent your frustrations can result in homicidal reverie – ie: (thinking to oneself while smiling through clenched teeth) ‘If that bitch takes the stapler off my desk one more time I am going to use it as her f#$%ing MURDER WEAPON!!’

In a quest to ward off such violent inner-monologues, a group of frustrated citizens are proposing a national ‘Vent Your Frustration Day’, with a Facebook page dedicated to their plight, pledging to use its growing base of fans as a basis for petitioning a day of guilt-free venting, as well as a dedicated ‘vent’ website (ventnation.com), I’m actually thinking these folks might be on to something. And so, in honour of their noble quest, I’ve decided to air a few of my own innermost frustrations, in no particular order – feel free to join me and vent yours too!
• Why do people walk directly toward you on the street while looking back behind themselves to chat to a friend?! WATCH. WHERE. YOU’RE. GOING. PEOPLE. Seriously, is it that hard??!

• Why do people INSIST on blowing smoke out onto the street in my face after I have JUST WASHED MY FREAKING HAIR??! Like really, are they waiting until my hair is all shiny and lovely-smelling to come over and RUIN IT?!

• Why the HELL must the person in front of me in the train ticket line always ask thirty-thousand questions when I am running late and it is peak hour on a Monday morning? Peak hour is NOT a time to tell the ticket guy your f&*%ing life story lady, seriously.

• WHAT is with people that are neither elderly NOR disabled standing directly in front of me on the train and giving me disapproving looks until I forfeit my seat for them?! You are 35 lady, not 60, and I got here first!!

Okay, that’s my vent for today – what about you? What makes you want to throttle someone? Spill…