Bloodlust

For those of you who don't enjoy the Marvel Comic universe, this is Bloodlust (aka Beatta Dubiel), a supervillianess who has taken out both Spiderman and Wolverine at one point in time. But that's not what I'm going to talk about.

So last night at Family Home Evening we played "Slaughterball," which is like dodgeball only with more rules and fewer balls. I was getting pretty good at the actual dodging (all due to my crazy ninja reflexes, but more on that later), and I even hit Mike Pickett with the ball, which was strangely satisfying (of course, two seconds after that happened it declared that that round was only a "practice round" because he couldn't stand the fact that he got nailed with a ball by little old me). The amazing part was what happened next: during the next round, I got hit by my roommate. Normally I only have nice things to say about my roommate, but after she hit me, I was overcome with this overwhelming urge to hit her really hard in the face! I didn't, of course, because I have self-control, especially when it comes to touching people. But I did give a loud, audible "Grrr!" Needless to say, people were pretty scared of me and my angry face after that.

It was strange, though. I usually don't get angry, and if I do, I don't go running at people like a Spartan. Maybe it was building up after weeks of school stress, lack of downtime, and an excruciatingly long FHE lesson full of people talking about their feelings. But I never knew that I was capable of such blood-curdling rage. Who knows? Maybe I could channel that into something creatively awesome. Or just start being a supervillian (it would fulfill my dreams to get a giant dry-erase board). It would be pretty funny.

Because don't forget, you can't spell "slaughter" without "laughter."