One thing that I don’t understand too well is anger. I understand that it’s an aggressive emotional response to things, and is quite the opposite of sadness, but what I don’t seem to understand is why people are always so angry. I seriously can’t remember the last time I’ve been angry. That being said, I am a very patient person when it comes to dealing with other people, and not much bothers me life. I suppose I’ve come to accept that there are things out of my control that probably will happen that I won’t like. However, I feel like getting angry is a waste of time and energy if it can be avoided.
People react to things differently though. In a lot of instances where some may view anger as an appropriate response, some people may get sad. But what I don’t understand is excessive anger for almost no reason at all. Prime example*: when I was younger, my mother always wanted the dishes to be washed before she got home from work. I usually made sure it was all done, but I was asleep most of the day on this particular event. When I got up, the dishes were washed, and the house was clean, so I figured everything was fine. When my mother came in, she started screaming about the dishes not being washed. Running into the kitchen, this is what I found: A single spoon that my brother had used to eat some peanut butter was the only thing in the sink. I found this to be a little unreasonable, and I really don’t understand why she got angry.
Another thing that I actually really bothered me was an encounter my ex-girlfriend had with a friend of hers. They were at a college orientation and they got there separately with their parents. The friend had gotten there earlier than my ex, so she had already seen some of the campus and looked at some of the things there. When my ex called her, her friend said something along the lines of “…Oh yeah, and if you haven’t already, I’d advise you to go to the academic office….” Not too long after, my ex called me complaining. She was angry at her friend because of– are you ready for it?– the fact that she said “advise.” Apparently, she felt like her friend was talking down on her, but that girl was helpless and a little bit clueless. I am more than 100% sure that she meant nothing by her word choice at all except to try and help out my ex.
Aside from that, there is also another small reason why I don’t like anger: It makes me anxious. Growing up with my mother and dealing with her random outburst of anger has made me uncomfortable with the emotion. When it’s someone I know and interact with often, anger tends to put me on edge. It makes me wonder if there is anything I did wrong or if there is some way I can escape my environment. Alas, anger is not something I am comfortable with. But, as with all things in life, I simply have to deal with it.
Until tomorrow, or next time, whichever comes first.
*This is, sadly, true. Looking back though, it is kind of funny.