When I would be on a wild, violent fit of rage, the people around me would always tell me that anger is one letter away from danger so I should calm down. Come to think of it, anger is always two letters away from the word “manager” and maybe this could explain why my boss is always screaming at us and creating an atmosphere of misery and madness here at work. Hmm. Well, I have since learned to control my temper issues with anger management, but it has done a lot of damage in the past – not just things, but relationships in general.
I’ve hurled a (glass!!) ketchup bottle at my sister, gotten a black eyes from fist fights, kung-fu kicked a couple of guys who pissed me off, and slammed the door to my bedroom so many times I’m surprised our house is still standing. Until now, I’ve never made peace with these individuals. Being a child was not an excuse for being out of control, and I understand the collective decision they’ve made to not forgive me.
I guess what I’m trying to say here is that anger is indeed one letter away from danger- but it’s not only physical danger to yourself or to others, it’s also that emotional and mental turmoil that cannot be fixed by time. So the next time you feel your fists curl up and your face getting red with rage, just run to a quiet place where you can be alone – or buy a punching bag, it helps release all those violent impulses!