If harnessed properly, rage is one of the most effective emotions you can have.
Feel apathetic? Think of something you don't like, and get enraged! Need to get something done? Rage! Not sure if you should exercise or not? Think of someone you want to get even with and... RAGE!
I use it all the time, powered mainly by the permanent chip on my shoulder.
But then, the universe occasionally decides to use my life as its urinal and adds extra fuel to my fire.
Like, I wake up Monday morning, and obviously am obviously already in usual Monday morning depression/anger. No harm, no foul. But I go out to my car and it's like all hell has broken loose. To summarize, a firetruck parked near my car blocking me in.
Apparently someone in my complex bit the dust or something. So, I go to the fireman standing there and tell him I need to go to work and his firetruck is being annoying but he just stares at me, utterly gormless. Then I reassess the situation and realize there's a small enough lane next to the fire truck where I should be able to finagle my way through.
So, I get inside my car, aka the Black Beast (
of Exmoor), and start reversing my way out. When, as if on cue, an ambulance pulls up next to the firetruck and totally blocks my way.
I get out and take a picture to document my curse, then I look at the fireman with my extra-powerful mega mean stare. He nods in recognition of my ever-growing fury and gets the ambulance to move. Then I had to pull a 8-point turn to make my way out.
They weren't running around or being frantic, so I doubt it was a serious emergency anyway. Just the fates out to get me. No one dies at 6AM on a Monday. Everyone is too busy wishing they were dead.
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