Posts Tagged ‘Anger’

That’s Progress

March 18, 2021

Yeah, I still get angry about things that I’d probably be better off just being sad about, but at least these days I recognize that.

I’ll Continue To Work On Improving My Time On That

November 6, 2020

It has been remarked on that it’s . . . well, “remarkable” how long I can remain angry about something. For the record, I don’t find anything remarkable about it all. I work hard to not hold grudges, but it’s true that I can remain angry about something long after the trigger of that anger has thought, “Surely he can’t still be angry about that!”. I always find that thought remarkable because if am still angry, it typically boils down to one of two self-evident (to me) reasons:

#1. I feel an injustice has been done, and there has been no adequate attempt to redress that.

I do my best to be forgiving even then, even if it’s sometimes only so I don’t remain entangled by resentment, but I freely admit that can still take me some time, especially if:

#2. It still hurts.

Another Cutting Insight Courtesy Of Irony

March 26, 2019

Since I find myself in a surprisingly . . . volatile mood today (I’m not sure why; I just am.), I decided to play it safe and just post a quote about anger.  The first thing that came to mind was something I saw on a rerun of Becker a while back.  As best I remember it, Becker was struggling to put on a coat and says, “I don’t have anger issues.  I have issues with this stupid coat!”

But . . . wanting my quote to be exact (it being a quote and all), I tried to find it on a quote list from the show, but had no luck.  The next thing I tried was searching YouTube for the clip, but the search for “becker” and “coat” ended up producing a large selection of knife cleaning videos instead.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t that angry.

So Yeah . . . I Know

February 20, 2018

Okay . . . take two.

As I mentioned, I was traveling when the Stoneman Douglas shooting happened, but I certainly heard about it.  On the way back home I even got the chance to see where it happened, and the how of that is why I was extra angry.

Turnpike traffic was bad due to accidents, you see, so L’s Mother was using GPS to direct me to an alternate route.  Traffic was still slow and congested, but it was moving, so I was content right up until the point when L’s Mother said, “We’re coming up on Stoneman Douglas.”

Neither of us ever having taken this particular route before, I was perplexed.  “How could you possibly know that?” I asked her.

“Google is ‘helpfully’ marking it on the map with a big flashing red dot,” she sighed.

“What!?” I exclaimed.  “Why?”

“Because it’s in the news, I guess.”

That would have been bad enough, but at this point a nasty thought struck me.  Was the slowdown on this route because people were rubbernecking?

Now I don’t know that was the case, but I can confirm that you could see Stoneman Douglas from the road, and the slowdown ended the moment we were passed the building.

Posted In Honor Of Today’s Weather

June 6, 2017

Some people create their own storms, then get mad when it rains.

– Unknown

The Saga Continues

November 19, 2015

I’m happy to report that over the years I have managed to mellow somewhat . . . a little bit, at least.  So much so that when I found out my cable hadn’t been repaired yet because the technician was stymied by being unable to find the gate in the chain link fence because it was on the left side of the house when he was looking at the right, my first response wasn’t anger, but “He probably shouldn’t be working around electricity then.”

A Quote In “Honor” Of These Past Few Weeks

August 8, 2014

Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time.

– Danny Vinyard, American History X

Finally! Advice I Can USE!

February 5, 2014

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.

Mark Twain

Good On You!

February 28, 2013

Today a good friend of mine once again made me a touch concerned about his blood pressure by his reaction to yet another one of life’s little injustices.  He has this reaction quite frequently, not only to injustices, big or small, but to discourtesy and ignorances of all shapes and sizes.

It’s one of the reasons I consider him such a good friend.

It also got  me thinking that, blood pressure issues aside, its people like him that making living in this world bearable for me sometimes.  Earthly perfection may well be elusive to the point of impossible, and it is entirely possible that injustice and ignorance shall never be fully eradicated, but as long as there are people who will not just say, “That’s not right,” but “That’s not ******* right, and it ****** me off that anybody would ever even ******* think about ******* doing it!” well . . .

I, for one, will still have hope for a better future.

This candle’s for you, mate.

Filtered Perceptions

July 16, 2012

Today wasn’t “just one of those days” where I woke up in a foul mood, no, not at all.

I was awake at least thirty minutes before I hit the foul mood point.

The why is beside the point of this story, so suffice it to say that I spent the early part of my morning privately(1) snarling to myself as I went about assorted tasks, hashing and rehashing the concept of what it means to “deserve” something as I did so.

At the height of my fury, I went to put some things in the dryer (all it takes is one child for laundry to be a never-ending chore for multiple adults), pulled out the lint filter, and popped out a very startled little lizard.

Now, nobody put the lizard there, he crawled in there himself.  Had I neglected to check the lint filter, the little guy would probably have been baked to death, and he would have had nobody but himself to blame for putting himself in that situation.  True, he didn’t know how hot things could have gotten for him, but the case could certainly be made that he “deserved” what he nearly got.

And maybe he would have.

But I’m still glad I checked the lint filter.

And for whatever reason, that’s all it took for me to shake my foul mood.(2)

Go figure.

(1)  Very privately.  The little one did not deserve the fallout of my foul mood, so my mental tirades were frequently interrupted by playing blocks or the like.  I just picked the tirades up again when I was no longer needed for a few moments.

(2)  Well . . . mostly.  The situation that sparked my anger still exists and still needs to be addressed, but I’m done with the mental tirades for now at least.