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Anger
Apr 22, 2005 17:26:47 GMT -5
Post by webmistress on Apr 22, 2005 17:26:47 GMT -5
O.k. so I am an angry person... not at anyone or anything in particular pretty much at the world as a whole..
I just made a post over on the other site and realized this...
have I always been this way? I think I have.
I do not like people generally.
I never really have and I don't think I ever really will!
the thing I am pondering is the fact that I not only do I vocalize my anger but I also bottle in parts of it because sometimes ( very rarely and usually in circumstances involving my mother) I fly off the handle.
The thing that seperates my anger now form my anger in the group, is that now my friends instead of telling me how fucked up it is just know it is a part of me... and for that I AM NOT ANGRY!
Just a random thought...
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Anger
Apr 22, 2005 18:16:27 GMT -5
Post by WhiteRabbit96 on Apr 22, 2005 18:16:27 GMT -5
You know that is one thing I really really really don't miss about the group. Being told by "frieinds" that I have to change. Or told that what I do/how I am is "fucked up." I love that I now have friends that know how I am, and really are just fine with that. Instead of getting a one on one, I usually just get a chuckle.  |
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Anger
Apr 24, 2005 13:22:57 GMT -5
Post by - on Apr 24, 2005 13:22:57 GMT -5
I hear ya. I think on the whole I am angry person too. My mom used to ask me what happened because somewhere around 5th grade I just got mad. And stayed that way. Lots of things happened that cause it, I suppose. And I realized last Sunday one of the major things that led to my drinking in elementary school. Of all fucking ways to be reminded of the minute I decided to jump to the dark side... the show Desperate Housewives. For those who don't indulge in Deperate Housewives (don't mock me because I'm SMPR  ) Last sunday one of the kids came out to his parents. The mom tried to get him into Christian counseling. He refused because he is comfortable with himself and said he didn't need changing. The mom got all upset and told him that if he doesn't change he won't go to heaven. And I remembered... Gaddamint. Adults who don't know shit shouldn't be allowed to talk to kids. Ever. Because that fucking scene reminded me of the sunday school lesson where I learned that I was destined for hell. No matter what. The teacher hated me anyway--I was a 'challanging child.' ;D And we got on the subject of forgiveness. He told us that if we ever got mad at God we were blasphemers and THAT was the unforgivable sin. Well, holy fuckin shit--just that morning I had told God to fuck off. Seriously. I was mad because my friend was moving. I was mad at God. And as a young child who believed everything she was told (still do, kinda) I just discovered I was going to hell. And I held onto that belief for a long, long time. It made it much easier to go ahead with shit that was wrong...because I was unforgivable. Fast forward to today. Now I know God is a big boy. He can take people being mad at him. And in fact, enjoys when we use our brains. And shit yeah he understood that I was pissed my friend was moving. And for what its worth I am going to heaven. Not because of the shit I abstain from (which isn't much) but because on the whole I treat other people good. And I think that's all that really matters. Still, tho... I get angry. |
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Anger
Apr 24, 2005 15:34:35 GMT -5
Post by TheMadHatter on Apr 24, 2005 15:34:35 GMT -5
Sometimes I wish I was a dog, then I could growl and snap at people and they would understand and back the fuk up...but growl and snap at another person and off to the wacky ward they'll take ya. ::sighs:: ;D
What's SMPR by the way?
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Anger
Apr 24, 2005 16:12:35 GMT -5
Post by - on Apr 24, 2005 16:12:35 GMT -5
SMPR=Soccer Mom Punk Rock.
Its for those of us who attend PTA meetings, wear holiday sweatshirts (for *every* holiday ;D ), drive soccer mom cars, listen to iPods, carry bandaids and wetwipes in our purses, and can still pull off being cool.
I'm just not Hard Core enough for the HCPR title....
.... I know... it's the sweatshirts that are holding me back. And the hawaiian shirts. But I heart my hawaiian shirts.
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Anger
Apr 24, 2005 21:25:14 GMT -5
Post by Kata6 on Apr 24, 2005 21:25:14 GMT -5
First off: shout out to Desperate Housewives! Good show. As far as anger goes, I seem to have a little bit of that myself. I don't think there's anything wrong with that, though. I'm just glad that today, I can be who I want to be without someone telling me I'm wrong all the time. Even if that is an angry person. WM, I generally don't like people either. But mostly, I don't like stupid people. SMPR/HCPR, hmm, makes me wonder. I know I'm definitely not a SMPR and don't think I'm hard core enough to be a HCPR. What does that make me? |
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Anger
Apr 24, 2005 21:58:34 GMT -5
Post by webmistress on Apr 24, 2005 21:58:34 GMT -5
HCPRIT-
HARD CORE PUNK ROCK IN TRAINING ;D
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Anger
Apr 25, 2005 1:12:44 GMT -5
Post by TheGimp on Apr 25, 2005 1:12:44 GMT -5
Dont be angry @ me!!!  lol.. selfcenter aint i.. lame!!! |
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Apr 25, 2005 13:43:43 GMT -5
Post by Kata6 on Apr 25, 2005 13:43:43 GMT -5
HCPRIT- HARD CORE PUNK ROCK IN TRAINING ;D I can be a HCPRIT, although when you look at it fast, it almost looks like it is a long abbreviation for Hypocrite. Hmm. |
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Apr 25, 2005 14:07:48 GMT -5
Post by webmistress on Apr 25, 2005 14:07:48 GMT -5
hmm you are right let us try something else....
how about instead of being HCPR you are hcpr...
lol
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Anger
Apr 25, 2005 14:37:16 GMT -5
Post by Kata6 on Apr 25, 2005 14:37:16 GMT -5
Much better. hcpr it is. Its like "baby" HCPR.
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Apr 30, 2005 17:10:53 GMT -5
Post by casper on Apr 30, 2005 17:10:53 GMT -5
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
God damn, I can't remember when I wasn't angry. Again not at anyone in particular, yet everyone at the same time.Sometimes I can't even go to the mall because if I can't find a good parking spot I'llgo crazy! Sometimes I think I may end up like one of those people with tourette's who you see cursing at the top of their lungs at the side of a building or newspaper machine.
I live in California, and there's a lot of crazy asshole drivers here. I spend several hours a week in traffic and would love it if I had the nerve to just run someone off the road. I'd start with the lady doing 50 in the fast lane on the phone and eating a salad.................................................oops sorry, I started drifting.
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Apr 30, 2005 17:31:38 GMT -5
Post by webmistress on Apr 30, 2005 17:31:38 GMT -5
I am about to test my anger management today...
I am suppose to go to IKEA (sensory overload=anger), with my mother....
If that isn't a double whammy I do not know what is!!
O.k. if yall here about some psycho chick holding all 800 people inside IKEA hostage and only demanding a computer with internet and a case of PBR you know who it is....
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Anger
Apr 30, 2005 17:58:22 GMT -5
Post by casper on Apr 30, 2005 17:58:22 GMT -5
Ikea is the ultimate test for any one who suffers from anger problems. Whether it's the store or assembling the furniture you just about killed someone over.
The all time worst though is Wal Mart. Bar fucking none. I can't even go in that store. I would always see without fail a baby in a cart wearing only a diaper. People don't watch where they're going and ram you with their cart. Drives me absolutely crazy. Now I just go to target. If I have to spend more, fine. If it keeps me from burning down a Wal mart ful of people fine it's worth the extra money.
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Apr 30, 2005 18:27:25 GMT -5
Post by webdominatrix on Apr 30, 2005 18:27:25 GMT -5
I don't know why I haven't put my two cents into this thread because anger isn't a character defect of mine, it's now become a personality trait. I'll have to mosey on over after I've had a couple later.
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) Last sunday one of the kids came out to his parents. The mom tried to get him into Christian counseling. He refused because he is comfortable with himself and said he didn't need changing. The mom got all upset and told him that if he doesn't change he won't go to heaven. And I remembered...
