"The Case Of The Laughing Paper"

There's a feeling you get when you’re pissed off, like really really pissed off, and you feel like taking that anger out on something. Something other than the wall (apart from the fact it bloody hurts when you bang your hand against it, it’s a one-sided conversation if you decide to divulge your innermost contemplations) and something other than breaking things (there is the minor detail you will have to clean it up once you're done "expressing" your frustration) so-flash-you suddenly get inspiration to write and take that inner fury or irritation out on dead paper. There you are, with that blank sheet infront of you, either behind an LCD screen or on your lap, and then it’s the hardest thing in the world to muster up that courage to write that first word.
Is it just me or does it seem to mock you? Do you get that feeling where is seems like the paper is laughing at you? The lines on the writing pad merge together to form a scrunched up little face trying not to laugh at the irony that has befallen you. There you are, pen in hand, rage fresh in your mind, and the intent to put it down on paper, but no words seem to flow out. Is this writer's block? I hereby christen it- The case of the laughing paper.