Me and Anger

For my second installment of the 7 deadly sins edition, I want to present to you some annotations  about my dear old friend ANGER.

If anger can feed the hungry, I would have ended world hunger by now. Yes, I have a lifetime supply of rage.

40/20 according to my rage meter in vampire wars - yep that much wrath can put another bounty on my head.

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. True enough, why would God let a jeepers creepers visit us women every month? It’s to make sure that we all get our bearings back. We need to have enough angst to fuel the world.

Anger is a catalyst. And among all other things it’s something that’s hard to control and yet if you let it out it can wipe out an entire Nigerian neighborhood.

Most of you would have probably concluded by now that I have a short fuse. But really, I’m a patient person. What ticks me off is when my patience is tested and when all circumstances just tests your boiling point.

I’d like to say that I’m a passive-aggressive person. In reality, my temper tantrums are rather intermittent because logically if you suddenly burst into flames you’ll be branded as this crazy woman going berserk.

I often tame the lioness in me especially in my line of work, wherein you really need a healthy dose of patience to be able to get through the day without grabbing someone by the balls and giving them a piledriver.

One example was this sarcastic reply that was e-mailed to me by one of the supervisors in my team. I was merely asking for a confirmation and instead a got a snotty reply which for me was rather very neanderthal.

Since I was in the the later shift and my supervisor was also copied in the e-mail, she was the one who replied and gave the smart ass a subtle beating.

When I came for work, I was warned by my supervisor that I might read a nasty e-mail but she reassured that she got my ass covered. I thanked her. But either way, I instantly knew what it was about and that I already expected this kind of answer coming from that bloody crass.  It was the second time that I receive such disrespectful answer from him. I can hear my blood boiling as I patiently wait for my office e-mail to load. I already cued my tranquilizer song “I FEEL PRETTY” in my mind.

Again, I did not unleash the dragon. I calmly replied in a very sound and professional manner because out of logic, I just had to do it. I need not to stoop down and let him drag me to his level of mediocrity.

However, avoiding confrontations can really be a prick. That is something I have yet to conquer. I am a non-confrontation person. As much as possible, I don’t want to say hurtful words, things that I might regret saying one day. I think I am too cautious because I know that when I go ballistic it will be like Hiroshima except in epic and horrendous proportions.

So thank you blog for being my source of catharsis. Off to punch a random kid now.