Hissy Fit

I read the phrase in one of the bridal magazines I have on my mag rack. Hissy fit. I'm having a quiet one now. I'm feeling uncomfortable and sad and strangely alone in a crowded room. Instead of throwing a fit I am slowly imploding. This was an experiment in posting over the mobile phone. Not as efficient. But just the same... I caught myself in a moment. This moment where I am emotionally weak because I let myself be upset over a little thing. I couldn't help feeling hurt. One can't help it. But I could have thrown it out the door if I really wanted to. Instead I dwelt on the hurt the whole night. A hissy fit. Bawling at V. After that, it felt better. I just needed some release I guess.