men get mad all the time. if it's over the scratch in the paint on his new car or the nagging of his soon to be wife, it doesn't matter. men get angry over nothing and everything. so let me have my anger and rage to myself and let me release it whenever and on whoever I need to.
to me anger is something personal. unloading all your crap on someone and then a sense of relief and control. anger is something personal. but it's nothing personal. I don't mean to be hurtful, I just need to get it out of my system. however, I don't need to unravel mysteries and burst out quite as often as I do. if I could get down to, hmm. let's say once a week that'd be an accomplishment.
I guess nothing's wrong with me for being angry. at least it's better than being sad and nonproductive. when I'm angry, at least I bring a change, a new thought to the table. but I don't need the headache, the tense muscles in my neck or the sore fists from clenching them. I don't need the consequences, pretty much.
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An angry girl is a living one. You know, angry has lately just started to have a strange effect on me: it only makes me smile. I get angry, and I smile for it, it gives me speed, like a jetplane. Cultivate your anger in the garden of power, and look at all the other things you're good at and able to do. Anger is a good part of you, keep it under your fingers.
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