rage and its many facets

the thing about rage is i dont know what to do with it.

someone says something simple, with all the pleasantries like Please and thank you and all the snide, belittling, condescending pretention that sets my blood on edge

and the feeling of anger starts the rise and yet I am totally devoid of the ability to understand why i am angry, i doubt whether that was the persons original intent,

i seethe, i fume, i breathe. I wonder when my sharp snap will be beyond my control

thank goodness its christmas and there are so many treats....i just saddle up to the trough