I have noticed that since I have got older I have mellowed considerably since my youth. While I still have the bad temper that I had then, now I only go bat shit crazy after being provoked repeatedly. I am like the guy in the movie “Anger Management”. I warn people not to go there, and if they choose to go there despite the warnings, well then they do it at their own risk. I have a zero tolerance level for stupidity. There are enough ways in this world to acquire knowledge so generally there is no excuse for it. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me or so the story goes. By the time I have seen red, it is too late the movie's advice and start singing "I feel pretty!"
Of course, the level of bat shit crazy and the amount of Whoop Ass that I unleash on the world depends on the level of the aggravation. As my children happily remind me, when it is really bad, the explosion that comes forth is not only instantaneous but fairly violent and scary. Needless to say no one has to wonder if I am ticked. I am as obvious as a billboard in brilliant red and neon yellow. On the upside, once I have blown my top I calm down fairly quickly and life as I know it marches on in a more peaceful, Zen-like way. I hate drama; therefore I tend to eliminate those that like to cause it. Those that cause it are not a part of my life.
As I grow older I have noticed that it
is easier to control my temper when under pressure. Even though it is a very fine line where I tend to become harassed and hyper, I
can hold it together if I need to. If
you see me starting to count it is generally not a good sign. Since crossing over into the “mental-pause”
years I have had my share of Towanda moments.
You know the ones where you go ape-shit with very little provocation and
do things that in your right mind, you would never ever do. Yes, I have been there and done that. There are those moments when remorse
inevitably creeps in and then I find my level of happiness and Zen once
again. Actually some of those moments
are rather comical in hindsight. So
there you have it NaBloPoMo, I have a temper, I am a virtual ticking time bomb
under pressure, and there have been moments when put under pressure I have felt
compelled to do just the opposite of what is asked of me…because that is the way I
roll and it is all good. It keeps life
colorful, and in the end a rousing rendition of "I feel pretty!" can't hurt.
