I was so angry today. Oh, God. So angry. I wanted to punch things and kick them right in their stupid face and yell at them using inappropriate language. And I did, but in my head, which is far less satisfying, so I’ve learned. I blew off some steam by sending angry emails to a few good friends. Like this one. And this one. And they were immensely helpful by listening and not telling me to shut up you crazy old bat of a woman.
I was so angry. And then I wasn’t. That’s how things happen in my head. I get SO. DAMN. ANGRY. AHH!!! HULK SMASH! And then I’m not.
I’m so Canadian, it makes me sick.
And then, after a while, I not only wasn’t angry anymore, but I was actually pleasantly surprised. And surprised that I wasn’t angry. I hold no grudges, even when I’ve been wronged or insulted or treated unkindly or unfairly. It’s a waste of time and energy to bother holding a grudge. Who cares. Not a question. Just, who cares. There are bigger and better and more important things in life than whatever it is made you so angry in the first place. If you got so angry, perhaps you should just let it go. Brush it off. Because if you don’t, it will consume you and in that consumption, you are allowing it to win. It becomes more than what it was to begin with and you make it that way by caring so much.
Who cares. Say it with me. Who. Cares.
Who thinks what you’re seething about is as important as you do? Likely? Just you. So who is winning. Not you.
That’s what happens in life, if you’re lucky enough to let it. You get so angry you could punch a monkey square in the teeth and then you’re just … not.