Moving through “more pissed off than I wanna be”

Here’s something I played with yesterday. I found myself pissed off by a text exchange with a new acquaintance - someone I hadn’t even met in person - that oozed this particular version of patriarchal cluelessness that really gets under my skin. Not only was I pissed off at him, but at the fact that my ire was sucking up so much of my energy. Hashing through something like that over and over with various sympathetic friends just gives it more energy, but I was also jonesing to vent. So I shared it with just two friends (both curious, evolving, recovering OWGs) and asked them to tell me what their responses would be to this dude. Then I jumped off the group text and got out of the house to run errands.