Don’t You Get Tired Being So Angry? I Know I Do!
As I was driving behind a car this morning that had the license plate that read RN4GOD I started to get so pissed off. First of all, I hate the whole “vanity” license plate thing because much like texting, talking on the phone or giving/getting a blow job while driving, it’s just distracting as I try to figure out what those letters and numbers sounded like to the person who chose them and what they mean. So as I figured out that this was a nurse who probably was very religious I started getting even angrier. Shouldn’t they be an RN for the people they’re treating? I know that God supposedly works through us (like a bad burrito or something) but honestly, on a license plate? And that’s when it hit me, that’s when I said to myself, “Don’t you get tired of being so angry? I know I do!” – Don’t Get Me Started!
On the whole, I think that anger is a good thing. I can’t stand people who bottle it all up and put some sort of cultish smile on their face while causing an internal hemorrhage. And although as a child we were told that if we were angry and we knew it, we should stomp our feet, I’m more inclined to yell a little with the whole foot stomping thing. I admit it, I’m not all that evolved but hey, it’s me. I like anger because it’s an emotion and when it comes to emotions I’m all about it. Whether I’m crying over a Folgers commercial around Christmas or typing so hard on my keyboard creating my next blog on something that “got me started” I think one of the best things we get to do as humans is experience our emotions and share them with others. I never understood the people who refuse to cry in front of other people, please, get it out. It doesn’t make you more mature or more of a man, woman or human, it makes you less human and ultimately usually does you more damage than good. Get it out, let it out is what I say (to emotions and to most of the men I met in the 1980’s – wink).
I’m an extreme liver. I don’t mean that my liver, the organ in my body, is doing extreme things, I mean that I don’t walk about on an even keel saying, “Oh, life is grand and whatever the Lord has in store for me will test me and teach me until I can meet my maker in the afterlife.” These people are what I call “in denial.” They seem to want to be a leaf (victim) caught in the tide of God while some of us are making waves, swimming upstream and generally splashing about creating our own destiny. And then there are some who never show emotion whatsoever, we call these people, “flat liners” because you almost always have to check to make sure they still have a pulse. I’m not saying one is better than the other, I’m just acknowledging that we’re all a little different and yet we can still be categorized, you know, like butterflies or porn stars (twinks, otters and muscle bears, oh my) – you get the idea. A friend of mine used to call us, “Abyss walkers” because we walk that very narrow strip of life that is so close to the emotional edge that at any moment we just may fall into the abyss. I liked that, made me sound much more adventurous than I’ve ever really been.
But when you live in the emotional extremes (and don’t take medication nor want to take any medication as you’re extremes have not reached a level that could harm you or anyone around you) you find that every once in awhile, pumping all that emotion through your body causes a dull ache behind the eyes and a little soreness in your joints. Like working out a lot (not that I would know) your body begins to take the brunt of your emotional stress and strain. So as this week ends and I find myself exhausted I realized what I’m sure a lot of people do, anger (or any high emotional level) can make you tired. Don’t you get tired of being so angry? I know I do! – Don’t Get Me Started!
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