What To Do With Anger

Anger is an interesting phenomenon. It’s in such abundance in todays society, though almost completely useless.

Yes, useless. I can think of one aspect this feeling could actually be used, to better a situation. Though, it requires enough emotional intelligence to know the real reason you’re feeling it. Which, if you start to get down to the nuts and bolts, is usually a projection of your own inabilities. So, if you did figure out why you’re really pissed off, you could use the information for growth.

Take an example.

You’re hungry. Waiting in line at a burger place. Really fucking hungry. The only people in line are a couple who are painfully trying to decide what they want and doing so, with a complete absence of decisiveness and no sense of time…

This is starting to build a fire inside of your soul. One that is aching to spread and engulf them entirely, with some help from the lighter you’re anxiously sparking, in your hand.

It seems quite simple, as to why this would make a person irritated. Warranted, even. Though, surely, even in a nutrient deficient daze, somewhere in your brain has to be the idea to simply open your mouth…

“Hey, do you mind if I order before you? I’m only getting a burger and I’m running pretty late…”

Sure, running late could be a lie but when you’re not in a rage, it’s also easier to think creatively, to achieve a goal…

To the point! The anger is actually coming from your own inhibition to be sociable with strangers.

An example, of possibly, a little more poignancy:

Trump. I’m not even in America and it’s off-putting. I’m not angry, though. Then again, I wasn’t voting. Sure, it needs to be fixed but the only anger anyone directly involved should be feeling, should be directed at themselves. Being complacent enough to let something this ridiculous happen, is… Well, I don’t condone anger, action is a lot more useful.

Anyway, hopefully you understand what I’m trying to explain. You also might be wondering how, exactly, I know all this. Well, I can’t remember the last time I was genuinely angry at anyone. It’s come from a lot of emotional growth but it really has been a long fucking time, since I was actually angry at anyone…

Inanimate objects, though… That’s a whooole other story…

Just try it. Next time you’re mad at someone, ask yourself if you’ve done what they did. If you’re honest with yourself, you might find out some interesting stuff.

BONUS EXAMPLE!

Because I’d already wrote it in the draft for this. It’s a nice anecdote, either way.

A man sees an attractive woman enter a bar he’s drinking at. He goes up to talk to her. Offers a drink. She politely declines…

There is initial disappointment, then as he sits with his friends, half-contributing to their banter and whole-heartedly stewing over what he could have done differently, he notices another man… One who’s advances she is accepting and is laughing and drinking with… An anger emerges…

He calls her a bitch and the man a sleaze, as he constructs a monologue in his head. When in reality, it’s not the people he’s watching that has him worked up, it’s the fact he doesn’t get to choose a lady friend, from a plethora of eager suitors, like she does. He’s angry, because his life choices have led him to more nights with his right hand, than both have fingers to count… If a guy gets angered by a woman rejecting his advances, it’s just his way of saying, “I wish I had as many people coming onto me as you do!”.

So take it with pity, not personally.

Le fin.