Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Diary Pages: Bruce Banner

October 8th 2017 in Microfiction

For a long time (my 20s-30s), I contemplated taking anger management classes (actually enrolling on my own). At the end of the day, however, it seemed like a bad idea to be in a situation where I’d be mad at myself for getting mad at the world. Self-acceptance never really happened, but I became an expert at staying out of environments and interactions where I was likely to lose my shit at any moment.

The years I spent in the jungle were great and the shaman I worked with helped me know myself as well as the plants and insects I studied. He told me that everything serves … everything counts towards your destiny. He could not have been more right, obviously.

And he showed me how to turn almost anything into a loin cloth for coverage. That’s been handy.


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