An Observation About Anger
One of the most frustrating things about me, to me, is the fact that when I get really, really angry, I tend to burst into tears and find it hard to speak. Whoever I’m really angry with then gets to condescendingly go “there, there”, thinking that I’m sad, even though I’m in fact sitting on my hands so that I wouldn’t punch them. All that perfectly good anger, missing its mark, like.
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