Anger Management Training.

I am quite upset with myself. Lately, I have come to the realization, slowly but surely, that I am turning into Andy Bernard. 

Now, one might argue that I am far too cool and level headed and am rarely a "Yes Man", because, technically, and mainly, I am not a man. Nor have I ever been. But all signs point to this conclusion looking at it from a scientific perspective. 

First of all, I have never seen Angela naked. Neither has Andy. 

Secondly, I sing in a choir. And at times, I am quite proud of that fact. I have also been known to sing rather loudly and in public, usually disturbing some quiet work place while I continue my harmonization attempts blissfully unaware. Also, I made my own ringtone on iTunes and sometimes I let it play just for people to hear how cool it is...

Thirdly, I caught myself saying "I'm going to punch a wall" today and it was NOT the first time. Honestly, I have felt like sawing off Phyllis's head with a chainsaw before. "Rreeenggeeengengeng."

Fourthly, I change the words of songs to make them say what I want them to say. 

Example:

Andy- "Oompa, Loompa, Doompity, Dawsome.." 

Me- " Let's get down to business...to defeat... NEWTON."

Fifthly (can I really continue with this -ly business?), I am a huge fan of Tuna. 

And last, but not least, (sixthly) I look things up on the "inter-web" all the time.

ALL SIGNS POINT TO ANDREW BERNARD.

And, even though I personally do not like the guy, I cannot seem to escape my fate. However, there are much bigger issues at hand. I am upset with myself, but what if I take it out on someone. Maybe I am also a little like Roy (God forbid) and what if I attack some pedestrians or a 7-Eleven clerk? Should I go to (Anger) Management training? What was it again--Personality Mirroring and Positive Reinforcement? Lord, why am I am the way I...am.

Here is the real nitty gritty. I am trying to stay up with my New Year's goals, and I have hardly begun to get into any of them! Plans are set in motion, but I'm just sitting here! Look how much of the new year is gone already.... TWELVE DAYS. I've got to get going, get up, ACT UP, ACTUAL REALITY, FIGHT--wait. Sorry. I've got rant on the brain. RENT. I MEAN RENT.

WHAT AM I DOOOOING WITH MY LIFE!

(Yes, I am over-reacting, but----HOLY CRAP. "That was an OVER-reaction. Anyone want anything from the kitchen?"-GUESS WHO.)