Feb 06, 2015 23:41
When I was in 4th grade, I received a remark from my teacher that I am ill-tempered. Of course, my mom got mad at me. I didn't know what it was then. Believe it or not, I was that little girl who would get into a cat fight, who was fond of pulling somebody's hair, and who would argue cantankerously with the elders. I was so young I didn't know that it would hurt people, and that it would have a big impact in my life. I was such a blabbermouth back then.
Years have gone by and I became timid. Perhaps, puberty did play a role of keeping my mouth shut. It wasn't that prominent, as I was still naughty in high school. The difference was that I didn't physically hurt people. When I get mad, I don't say a word. Don't ever compare me to those people who'd become so straightforward to the person they hate. Rather, I just roll my eyes or stare. Sometimes, it comes to a point when I suddenly become ballistic.
Who wouldn't be mad with no reason at all? Unless, you're mentally deranged. Sometimes, you have to fight for what is right; and the only way to do that is rage.
I've tried calming myself down, but there are times when we get to the brink. I might even get a nervous breakdown if there's no outlet for my anger issues.
Not only that it gives us satisfaction whenever something bad happens to the person we hate, but it also gives us a conduit to goodness. At the end of the day, we're still humans. We have these instincts to feel another person's feelings. It's as if we put ourselves into their shoes. That's when our kindheartedness unleashes. Forgive. Forget. And most of all, be happy.
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