anger
ˈaŋɡə/
noun
- 1.a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.
All my life, I think anger has confused me.
If anger was a person, it would be that relative that you knew you're related but are never sure how. Or that acquaintance that you feel awkward to say hello to sometimes. Or that chip at the bottom of the bag which you didn't know existed because it was tucked into some secret corner.
It's not that I don't feel angry. I think a lot of things make me angry.
But there's angry, the kind you feel when your school is being satanic or when someone unintentionally ignores you, the kind that's usually written off as annoyance and ultimately brushed off with nonchalance.
But there's angry, the kind you feel when your school is being satanic or when someone unintentionally ignores you, the kind that's usually written off as annoyance and ultimately brushed off with nonchalance.
And then there's angry, when you can't control how you feel, when your blood literally boils and you need to confront the person who makes you feel that way.
The anger I usually feel is the first kind, it's very rare that I get angry. Most of the people I meet are under the impression that I am apparently incapable of being angry at all, what with my amazing ability to continuously smile for absolutely no reason. It's creepy.
I think most of the instances where I've felt true, pure anger is when someone I love is being demeaned for whatever reason.
I think most of the instances where I've felt true, pure anger is when someone I love is being demeaned for whatever reason.
My theory is that I don't get angry much because I'm simply too lazy. But there are some people, a few, about whom I'm fiercely protective, and that's when I become uncharacteristically aggressive. I remember literally screaming murder at this guy (who happened to be one of my best friends at the time) in front of the entire class in 10th grade simply because he made another one of my best friends at the time cry in front of everyone. That's not like me at all, because usually, I prefer trying to blend in with the walls.
Sometimes I get that angry in my own defence, but in those cases my tolerance is much higher. But if it happens, there's no going back and I get worried because I have little control over what I might say.
I don't know how to stay diplomatic all the time, even though I try my best to maintain peace. But sometimes, idk, maybe stepping up is the more sensible alternative.
Like Gandhi said, an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
But what can I do if justice is blind?
Bye for now,
Aditi.
PS: This may the angst-iest thing I've ever written and once I almost killed hobi D:
PS: This may the angst-iest thing I've ever written and once I almost killed hobi D:
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