Do you know that awkward feeling
when your anger bursts into tears?
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| When CAPS LOCK is not enough to express your anger |
I
hate it every time I feel that; especially when I feel responsible to stand firm
with my argument.
Today, I woke up to an angry morning. The road rage war started when I snooped
into my grandmother and aunt’s discourse on the inches wide tear on the black
sofa we have in the living room.
They
said my 4 and 10-year-old cousins did the tangible slaying of the poor sofa. I
am mostly particular with taking a good handle of the things we have at home. For
this reason I make sure to remind the young dudes visiting the house to watch
their playing and stop messing around most, among other spaces, the living
room.
That’s why when
the scoop reached me, I grabbed a pen and a bond paper and scribbled the big,
“Get your goddamn shit out of here!!!!”
So what else
happened to the mood gone bad?
My mother walked
up to me and confronted me for what she called an irresponsible act. To my
defense, I began my rants and justified what I did. I felt the need to stand firm
for what I know was right. The young dudes’ parents who were there at the
time should have been responsible enough to do the disciplining on their
children.
But I knew that I needed to mollify myself during the argument so that I could explain
better and reprimand in a rightfully way. I knew that I should have addressed
the issue directly to the parents than the, well, irresponsible posting
of reckless blames.
And the long
argument went.
I was angry. So was my mother.
What did I
do the “irresponsible act” for?
Simple.
I gave in to an
unreasonable emotion called Anger. I
stirred up before I even thought of the real problem.
I always say
that there will always be a 3-year-old tot in every person. Too bad it hit me
today.
Anger ripped me
from my relationship with my mother, my aunt and uncle, and my cousins. It ripped
me from my relationship with God. Moreover, it ripped me from getting in
control of my mindset and my supposedly grown-up way of dealing with things.
I fumbled. And
if only I keep on depending on myself to always be in good composure, I know I
will always fail.
The best way I
can help myself and perhaps you who probably goes through the same dire straits, is to surrender our emotions to God before it dictates us.
I agree anger is
really expensive. If it will charge us, we can’t just pay the price.
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