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QOTD- What Makes You Angry?


I can’t write today.

Sorry, but that’s it. I’m too angry to write.

I’m too angry to write, and the worst part is, I’m not even angry for a good reason. I can still feel the rage seething in my chest; a tight, hot little ball of fury that pushes against its bonds to be set free. All because I couldn’t find my dog’s leash on my way out the door this morning.

When I really think about it, it wasn’t the fact that I had misplaced something that made me so mad, it was the disruption of my routine. I wasn’t supposed to be tearing my house apart looking for a six-foot piece of nylon webbing with a handle on one end and a metal clasp on the other. I was supposed to be pouring coffee and walking out the door. This was unexpected, and the unexpected tends to put me on edge.

Most of us have peeves. Things that make us angry. I find these things fascinating, when I’m not enraged by them.

The only sure way to make the anger subside is to analyze it, I’ve found. When I really look at why I got so worked up this morning, I see that I am a person who is comforted by the predictable. I crave routine. Any disruption of that routine is seen as an irritation, and to a person like me who is always holding back a giant green rage monster of Bannerian proportion, an irritation can quickly become a fury.

Writing helps. But I can’t write today. I’m too mad.

Wait, I may have found something else that helps. I just saw an internet video of a baby chimp, two tiger cubs and a wolf pup, and they’re friends? What?!

Ok, that’s adorable.

Hulk abated.

What makes you angry?




About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

2 comments on “QOTD- What Makes You Angry?

  1. The Running Son
    July 8, 2013

    I’m ready for this question.

    I was born a bad-ass, and life mad me into a pussy.

    And so were you also born. We had adapting skills as zygotes that we psycho-f*ck ourselves out of as adults. As infants we had zero need to think twice, we processed info and maneuvered around new challenges like little Einsteins.

    Me? I smoke, and lose my lighters. I only buy red and yellow Bics, not because I give a shit what color I fly at parties, but so I can find it in my messy ass house. When I can not
    find my lighter? First I buzz. Then I straight wasp.

    Buddha said craving=pain. I crave control over my life, and the ability to have my lighter at an arms reach. We are afraid of being overwhelmed by chaos, or being imperfect OCD examplars, or not impressing our girl, or being late, or not just winning every fuc*ing day like Charlie Sheen.

    All head-play. Rigidity games that, if fed and given a hot-bed to breed in, can de-volve into any number of cardinal sins: beating our woman because she didn’t soothe our ego, blaming our parents forever, lifting weights until we burst veins and snap muscle connections just to prove that we are so awesome, nobody should ever even think of approaching our vulnerable secondary defenses.

    When self frustration matures, Men, and women, become petulant and reactionary. All from the need to control because of a loss of fluidity, faith, trust in life processes, and at least a working acceptance of the immutable eventuality of death.

    Well, feeling philosophical, heh.


  2. kiwiskan
    July 8, 2013

    An honest share – somewhere we’ve all been. What really makes me rage is someone getting hurt by another person’s total stupidity and carelessness…

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