What is Anger?
Lets go over the dictionary definition of it.
Definition of anger
You could hear the anger in his voice.
- She found it hard to control her anger.
My version of it? An uncontrolled emotion that when its not checked can breed a wildfire of shit.
Anyone who knows me in my personal life knows I have a bad temper. Sometimes so bad to the point I avoid people so I dont lash out. Now I know some people would say “That’s good. You are filtering and controlling it.” No. No I’m not.
I get angry about things that some people find stupid or irrelevant to them. I remember things and they get me angry. I feel things and get angry. I let people who shouldn’t “matter” say things to upset me and its hard to shake it off.
Because I like being angry. Because I like the feeling of rage. Because I want to hate the world and everyone in it.
Simply because…I care.
My stepfather says “Not everyone is going to like you.” and hes right. Not everyone is going to like me. Shit, YOU, the person reading this MAY NOT LIKE ME.
I started this blog or whatever you want to call it to write down things that pop into my head and for my depression, anxiety and other things I’ll get into as I keep writing.
And for days since my last post I didn’t know what to write or how to write it. Then I thought. Why write to please others? I got upset that sometimes we put on this mask for the internet and people in our daily lives because we are afraid to get angry, depressed, sad or maybe just happy about the little things. Some people who read these things aren’t going to like what I write. Others will read it and maybe reflect. Some will like my poems too.
What made you angry today?
I was betrayed and degraded by someone who thought they deserved the title of “Best Friend”. Anyone I’ve ever given that title to (4 women total) have done nothing but prove that the higher the walls, the safer you are from the bullshit outside them. I’m angry that when she did what she did, the people who are supposed to support me and have my back in situations where I need them, didn’t. I’m angry because I allowed this to happen to me. You may not think I did but I do. I should have known but didn’t. I was alone for so long that I decided maybe I should give people another chance. I am angry that I allowed people to say and do things to get me to the point of depression…
I don’t like this feeling of anger…
It makes me disgusted with how the causes and effects of Anger can make or break a person’s day…