I've got no room for mercy. That's my heart laying on the floor...

Wanna know a secret? It's not that good, but it's kind of a big telling factor about me.

I have...a rather terminal temper. See, not too exciting. But still noteworthy. You see, I don't get angry very often, and I'm actually a rather patient person. But when it comes to those times I do get spitting mad, it never ends well. I don't listen to any argument detailing as to why I'm in the wrong, or listen to an apology or explanation. When I'm pissed, you can bet I'll stay that way for a while. The longest run has been years. And because of my inability to listen during these bouts of rage, I've been known to make some rash decisions. Like dropping friends completely, saying I never want to speak to someone again, blocking people on Facebook, getting severely close to punching the daylights out of someone (even in a bar...and that wasn't someone I even knew well). Obviously, some of these are highly irreversible. Even so, it happens.

So why bring this up now? Well...because that urge to punch the daylights out of someone has returned. With a vengeance. I've been contemplating my tirade, how exactly I could cut them out of my life, just how wonderful it would feel to slap the s*** out of them...oh yeah, been planning it all. Bad thing is, they don't even know it yet. A 10% part of my brain is saying, warn them, idiot. The other 90%...is relishing in the idea of catching them off-guard. I've asked advice on this (seeing as I've had plenty of time to contemplate), and I've gotten supporters of either side. Go figure. One friend said "You should really rethink it, maybe try to talk to them calmly, don't write them off just yet." The other said "Do it. It seems like they deserve it." Personally, I don't think the first is possible, seeing as I can barely think of doing anything calmly at this point. At the same time, though, I think they're right about me rethinking. Do I really wanna lose someone else because of my stupid temper? I can't even answer that...

I'm not sure what I'll do. However, I do know that my eyes are dry and burning out of their sockets because of my ridiculous allergies. Pretty sure it's the cats that wander around outside. Stupid cats.

Oh, the title. No Room For Mercy by Bleu Edmondson. Great Texas country artist. Even greater song. It's been fitting my mood.