Moderate Anger vs. Violent Anger

Each one of us gets angry in different ways and scales depending on the amount of energy that we put into this kind of emotion. One person can tolerate a misdeed which, on the other hand, can trigger the anger of another. I’ve been told many times that I should be more cautious of a person who seldom gets mad than he who always has his mouth stashed with a pot of hurtful words.

Personally, I know the kind of person to fear and why. But for the sake of this subject on anger, here’s a little analysis of a moderately angry person and one who is violently angry.

Which do you prefer?

Moderate

1. Rolls eyes at you
2. Speaks one line that would make you wish you were never born
3. Ignores you
4. Back stabs you
5. Pretends that his anger has subsided but gradually works to get even with you (e.g creates an email account and sends fabricated mails that are detrimental to your reputation; calls your home number and informs the household that you met an accident when in fact you’re just in a meeting; talks to the boss and tells lies about you persistently; hires a kidnapper, etc.)

Violent

1. Bangs the table and slams the door
2. Speaks kilometric sentences until you no longer know what he’s trying to drive at
3. Shouts at the top of his voice and walks out
4. Plugs his earphones and ignores you
5. Turns the radio up when you attempt to explain your side

Birds vs Humans

It’s only on weekends that I get to stay home and observe the surroundings. While enjoying the gentle breeze on a Sunday morning, I noticed two black birds with fan like tails playing in our backyard. These birds, surprisingly, are very playful and I enjoyed just standing there watching them for a good 15 minutes.

Later, I spotted a cat walking across the fence. The birds swooped down on the cat’s back as if inviting it to give them a piggyback ride and I was surprised when the cat didn’t react violently. It just turned its head to look at the tiny creatures on its back and continued its morning stroll.

Not long after that, I felt a kiss on my hand from our dog Goliath. He was in a great mood for play but I wasn’t since these birds have already locked my attention on them. Liath stayed patiently by my side. Suddenly the two birds, who probably got tired of pestering the cat, flew to his direction and started flapping their wings on his face. It was a really funny scene, something which I normally see in Looney Tunes only.

Goliath addressed them with a bark and then started to jump high. See, liath’s mom is a poodle thus explaining his light physical weight. The birds would repeatedly fly high to perch on the santol tree then swoop down and flap their wings on Liath’s face.

How beautiful the relationship these animals share and a shame that people can never relish the same. As I recall that backyard scene, I realized it’s unfair to use the expression ‘bird brain’ in connoting someone who lacks logic. Shouldn’t it be ‘human brain’ as in “Can you get rid of your human brain and put some sense into your life?”

Dissonant

Finally, a space of my own. Initially, I had second thoughts about creating a blog. I thought of it as time consuming. How can I manage to maintain a blog if I’m constantly busy at work and at home?

There are so many demands in my life that often times, I do not know where to begin. I’m not accustomed to living the hurried kind of life even if that’s supposed to come with the nature of my job. I normally keep a list of activities so I always end my day having accomplished every task. I may be busy working from morning until early evening but I make it a point to drop everything by 7 or 8 to chill out with my friends. That was always imperative to me, no conditions. I must be far far away from the parameters of my job when night creeps in. I believe spending quality time to unwind keeps a person’s sanity.

Even if I stay up until 2 a.m. hanging out somewhere, I can get up early the next day to attend to a new set of responsibilities. My body clock works accurately, that’s why.

Boring? To some yes, but I enjoyed this arrangement because I don’t miss out on anything.

In December 2006, however, everything changed for me. From being the organized freak, I discovered I also possess the ability to work on things that come in the spur of the moment. Being married and having a tiny angel at home can bring wonders to a woman’s life. I used to feel uncomfortable in rooms that are topsy-turvy but since my daughter came into my life, I could care less if everything is in order.

I don’t throw a fit if I don’t get 7 hours of sleep for as long as my baby gets a peaceful trip to Wonderland every night, I’m cool with that. I don’t mind if my husband bugs me to watch a new DVD movie every time I am just about to start on a good book. It’s through movie viewing that we get to make up for long hours of separation due to the erratic schedule in our respective jobs.

Marriage and motherhood made clear to me that life doesn’t always have to be in harmony with order. I learned late in life, what can I do? Looking closely into what I have now, there is much beauty in a little chaotic environment.