Posts Tagged ‘Anger’

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.