Sometimes anger can be fun.
I get a little mad at the bathroom stall door at work some days. See, it sticks a little, and I am trapped inside the stall. Once I kicked it really hard with my foot to open the darn thing. BANG!
Oh dear, that was an overexpression of anger. I should mellow out. A simple forceful shove would have done the trick. Listen, self, no more of that.
Another day. The darn door sticks again. No one else in here? Well then: BANG!
I chastise myself. Then this big grin comes over me and I chuckle and think "that sure felt good!"
Emotion, my anger, an engagement with the world. I am alive again today.
"No object was hurt during the expression of this emotion."
Oh dear, that was an overexpression of anger. I should mellow out. A simple forceful shove would have done the trick. Listen, self, no more of that.
Another day. The darn door sticks again. No one else in here? Well then: BANG!
I chastise myself. Then this big grin comes over me and I chuckle and think "that sure felt good!"
Emotion, my anger, an engagement with the world. I am alive again today.
"No object was hurt during the expression of this emotion."
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