For anyone who has the patience to read this..... So I was having a good day today, and after lunch I whipped up a new sauce and put it on the last two pieces of chicken, stuck it in a pan to marinate for dinner and left it in the oven, which was off, went back out and continued my day... A little later, I texted my roommate asking him to put the oven on, planning for the chicken to be ready in time for dinner...my roommate is VERY spacy, but I figured it was simple enough for him to turn on the oven. He texted me back that he turned the dial but it didn't seem like the oven was on... My phone died, & I was busy so I couldn't really respond to him... I come home a little later and see the knob turned, but the oven off. The knob had been knocked crooked so that it was off the whole time even though the dial was turned to 450 degrees. Why in God's name could my roommate not figure out what the problem was!? I was very upset, and my roommate was lucky that he wasn't home then. I also at that moment received an email telling me that my Shabbos plans would not be working out the way that I was hoping. I yelled at G-d, asking why everything has to be such a challenge and nothing can go the way it's supposed to. Then I remembered Dov's daily dose from yesterday where he writes "Hashem, let's get together and work on this thing called "my life" together from now on, OK? I'll get out of Your way, and please You help me see how things are running better Your way than mine, OK?" That helped me calm down. Then I thought, gam zu letova, maybe it's better now because instead of eating dinner now, I'll have to eat later, but that means I have some time to learn now before maariv. So I put the oven on full blast and went to Shul. Of course I stayed later after maariv because I had to schmooze with some people, and by the time I got home the chicken was burnt to a crisp. I exploded. I basically started throwing a tantrum, punching things, throwing things, cursing, yelling... How my roommate is an idiot, how I'm an idiot for leaving the chicken in for so long, how G-d is not being fair (I was alone). I was SO upset about the chicken because I was really looking forward to that sauce, and I don't have any more pieces of chicken to cook, and it's late now anyways so I don't want to eat dinner any later. I became aware at that moment of something I have recently realized, through reading the daily chizuk emails and with the help of my therapist, that I don't really know how to deal with uncomfortable emotions, and when I'm upset the only thing I know how to do is throw a tantrum, and then I have to soothe myself, usually by acting out. And I didn't care. I just wanted to be upset. But then I thought to myself, what happens when one day iy"H I'll be married and my wife will burn a dish that I was really excited about. What will I do then? And then I thought to myself, relationships are more important than silly little things like food. So then I thought, why isn't my relationship with myself and with my G-d more important than this stupid chicken? Maybe this is what I need to learn right now. I don't know. I'm still pretty freaking upset, and I'm hoping that posting on the forum will help me calm myself, and maybe writing this and getting it out there can take the place of having to act out. Accepting life on life's terms sure as hell ain't easy. I still have all this angry energy.