It's doubtful that there's anyone in the world who hasn't been angry. Some people become angry often; others, seldom. Some are good at controlling their anger. Others are terrible at it. What makes you angry? Is there one primary thing, or do many things make you angry? Can you give examples? Are you pretty good at controlling your anger, or not so good? Do you use strategies to control your anger, such as counting to ten before you speak or strike, or are you just naturally able to control it? Have you ever "lost it," and uncontrollably said some words or struck out at another person? How did you feel after your outburst? Relieved? Guilty? Ashamed?
Finally, what advice would you give to other people that would help them control their anger?
Write about it.
To ask me to name one thing that makes me angry is a silly question. Unfortunately, there are a lot of things that make me angry. If I had to give an example, about 90% of Central Regional High School makes me mad. My parents make me mad. Boys make me mad. I get upset easily, and I have a very short temper. Controlling my temper has never really seemed to be an issue; just walk away, take a breather, and deal with it when I cool down. But as of lately, my anger has made me explode. Recently, I got in a fight with my mom. Not just a screaming match, per usual, but a freak-out-fist-throwing-bitch-fit. I will tell the story as it happened, and I am telling you now I am not making excuses for what I did. She walked in my room Monday night with that typical ‘Mom’ attitude she seems to always have. She started lecturing me about all the things I do wrong, how I am not organized, my room is a mess, I need to get to sleep earlier because I’m starting to get bitchy, etc. To be completely honest, I had no problem with the things she was saying, because I agreed! I really am not organized enough, that is why I end up staying up until 11pm on school nights. My room is very messy, considering you can’t see my floor. I should get to sleep earlier, because I do turn into an uber-bitch. It wasn’t about the things she was telling me to do, it was about the way she said them. I haven’t heard her say something in a nice way to me in I don’t know how long. I got fed up with being treated like shit, and we started fighting. I don’t even recall hitting her first, but I just remember my dad sprinting upstairs and pulling me off of her. This kind of thing had never happened to me before, and I was shaken up to say the least. I literally couldn’t stop shaking, and as they took my car keys and my phone and walked out, I realized how horrible I am. Getting treated without respect made me angry, but in more of a way I was sad. I then got to talking with my sister who moved out a few years ago. She told me how messed up I was, which I didn’t really need to hear, but we also started talking about the way my mom is. She is like no other parent I’ve even been around. And then when I really think deep about it, I think about my friend’s mom, who calls her baby when she cheers her on at field hockey games, loud and proud. My mom doesn’t even go to my games, and I don’t remember when the last time she called me baby was. I wish so much we could have a good bond and be close, but it’s just not there. That makes me angry.
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