I’ve always had a temper. The earliest memory I have was from childhood. My step-sister was a year older than I and we were sent upstairs to our bedroom for some infraction or other.
First, my sister got smacked. Pants down, bare-bottom, that was fairly typical for the time. I don’t really recall how many she got. Hard to focus when you’re on deck. Going last always ups the anxiety factor.
Then came my turn. Same way. Except I was angry. This shouldn’t be happening, I thought. What could 7 and 8 year olds do exactly to warrant the hand, the belt, the flip flop or whatever the hell else was handy. But I was going to get it. So I had no choice. It dawned on me though I couldn’t stop it from happening, but I could control HOW it happened….
As I was getting whaled on, I looked up and said, “that didn’t even hurt, why don’t you hit me harder.” Oh hell no, did I just say that? My sister told me to shut up.
Of course that changed the tempo a bit and things moved faster and I got hit harder. Then I said it again! I could see the veins popping in the sides of their neck, they were so furious. I braced for it and then they finally quit.
After it was all said and done I felt vindicated. I sat on my sore butt and remember thinking that although my ass was red with handprints all over, I had been victorious because they didn’t make me cry.
I’ve grown older but apparently none the wiser. These days it seems like most of my anger still comes out with fury and vitriol. Especially so if the source of my irritation and anger is constant and unrelenting and out of my control. Probably the latter which bothers me the most.
The noisy kid on a long flight that whines the whole way that I just want to bitch slap but would never. The guy humming in line behind me to “Air Supply” so it gets stuck in my head. The teen vaping weed in his car with his windows rolled down in front of me so his plume ends up inside my car so I smell like “Blue Dream” for the rest of my day.
Oh and then there’s the road rage. There was the time in downtown Boston where some dude cut me off. He rolled down his window and called me a bitch. So I pulled along side his car I said “if you’re so tough why don’t you get out of your fucking car, and say that to my face you pussy.” Yep, this has happened several times over the years. I did get out of my car once. Guy freaked when I knocked on his window. Tough guy, just drove off when the light changed.
Then there’s this certain someone. This person who has been making my life bloody hell for 6 long years. I get so mad my blood boils just thinking about them. I find myself thinking, “I’d like to keep them in a locker inside of a storage unit until they can behave.” Oh if only it was legal and moral.
When I’m that angry, I seem to see only red, think only red. My focus becomes myopic. At times I fail to care about repercussions in that particular moment. Depends on how angry I am. Which has lead me over the years into some high risk behaviors.
I know in my heart I should probably talk to my new shrink about my anger issues. I have never mentioned it before, might be important. There’s only so much you can squeeze into a 50 minute session and your life is a 3 ring shit-show.
Two roads diverged in the wood; Bottle of Grape Vodka vs. hours of therapy…..