Emotions And Destruction

Anger, such a finicky little thing. The opposite of one being happy, or perhaps anger is an emotion all to itself. There is no way to explain why or how someone can turn from being happy and care-free to angry and bitter. I mean sure, you can look it up in the medical books and get a medically exclaimed reason as to one why would have such high and lows so quickly…but, lets take that out of the picture and just look at the anger itself.

No one really looks at how much such a simple emotion can destroy, and not just physically, but emotionally. What adds on to anger? Stress perhaps, maybe even jealousy or envy; such deadly sins getting in the way of one being happy and content.

But when the anger is directed at you, you tend to get angry yourself; especially if there was no need for the anger in the first place. So I learned to override the anger. Your mind, in a since, can not “feel” two different extreme emotions at once. When you’re happy, everything inside of your mind and body is just…bubbly. You’re care-free, willing to smile at anything simple because you feel good. And when you’re angry, you tend to take it out on everyone around you, for the simple reason of…you’re mad, everyone else can’t be happy, so…you want to make them mad. Hmmm, it seems selfishness came into the mix.

But what if, when one gets angry, they simply close their eyes, take a moment to inhale, let it out slowly, than continue with whatever it was they were doing. Not so much ignoring the anger, but not letting it consume you and what you do. And once you move away from the anger, you no longer feel it thrashing in your mind; instead you’re fine. And this is the perfect time to confront the issue of why you became angry.

When you’re little, your mother doesn’t sit you down and explain how finicky emotions will be when you’re older. And there really is no rule book as to how to manage one’s emotions; it’s something one must figure out for them selves. The best example that I can come up that almost explains how I feel right now is:

Your mother just made a delicious pizza for you and your sibling. You obviously want more of the pizza. So, your mother hands you the knife and tells you that you can cut the pizza anyway you want, as long as it’s divided between you and your sibling. So, you cut it into four pieces, two of them rather small, and before you grab the larger pieces and run off, your mother looks at your sibling and tells them they get to choose which two they want. And if you noticed…greed came into the mix as well. Well, you start to get angry because you know that in spite your sibling is going to take the two bigger pieces leaving you with the smaller ones. So, you pick up the pizza and throw it to the ground and walk away. Little did you know, your sibling was going to give you one big and one small…to make it fair. So, not only did you ruin the pizza, but you hurt your sibling and caused your mother to get angry as well.

I feel like the sibling.
They didn’t deserve the anger, and didn’t deserve the actions that followed.

Anger…such a finicky little thing.