Rage

My own logic (not necessarily the same as your logic or anyone else’s for that matter) tells me that surely you must be devoid of all human emotion – a robot if you will – if you’ve never had the feeling of needing to explode with rage. You MUST have been there at least once in your life. Someone getting on your nerves and you’ve had to ball up a fist, just to stop yourself from clawing their face to pieces?

Even Kryton (of Red Dwarf fame) lost it every now and then. I won’t believe anyone that tells me they’ve never experienced that heated burn inside of their chest that needs to bust forth like something nasty from an Alien film. Come on guys; let that damn face hugger out!

Personal experience tells me that failing to express the rage leads to these points of crapness: hair loss, vomiting and lack of sleep. Feedback from my friends tells me that it leads to a very snappy version of me, who swears and really does wave her arms in the air like she just don’t care...

I tend to go from placid mode to rage mode rather easily. Especially at work. I’m not all that sure why this is as I quite like my job and it’s a great deal better than other forms of employment in this world. I think the key here is that I don’t have a great patience threshold or ‘tolerance of others and their stupidity’.

I don’t condone physical violence (although I often would like to take a hammer to some people’s faces) so I won’t by any means encourage you to act out in a threatening manner against those who have got on your wick. But do shout, swear, hey even wave your arms in the air like an insane octopus as I do; it’s all good. It might be best to do it when you’re alone though as not everyone takes kindly to that sort of expressionism. I do, however, encourage you to ‘hulk smash’ every once in a while. It’s good for the soul.