Let’s Make The Red Flags Go Off, Shall We?

I’m actually quite an angry person. I don’t mean angry as in hulking out RIGHT NOW. I mean angry, as in generally speaking. As in a basic personality trait. You know, like when you call someone debonair or intelligent or reclusive or talkative. I’m… angry.

Mostly, I don’t need “anger management” - I “manage” my anger quite well, I think, given how generally pissed I am most of the time. Sometimes I let things slip, sure - but I’d wager you thought I was mostly okay with everything.

I’m not. There is so much injustice, unfairness, and stupidity around me and in the world that I am almost always seething under the surface, although my “management” skills keep it mostly in check. I wish sometimes I could be less angry, but I think that would require blinders, or a general acceptance of everything that’s wrong. I’m too smart for blinders, and too driven for acceptance.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m HAPPY. Angry as I am, I have found things to satisfy myself with - I have discovered things in life that DON’T make me angry, and I gravitate toward them, immerse myself in them as much and as often as possible. But immersion in a joyous circumstance does not make the bad things go away.

Finally, this is not a cry for help. I’m not going on a shooting spree. Hell, I’m not likely to even raise my fist in anger (although it has almost happened a few times - my “management” restrained me adequately). I just wanted to share with you how pissed off I am in general. But yeah, if you really INSIST in helping me, you can: Don’t be stupid. Don’t tolerate injustice and unfairness. Support your fellow man - including me - and don’t be a shithead. And get angry at people who perpetuate the things that piss me off so.

OK. Enough. I’m gonna go count to ten backwards really slowly now.