You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Anger.
I’m angry.
Are you angry?
No? Not right now?
That’s cool.
You will be.
It’s a human emotion that we all experience.
Maybe the guy in front of you will cut you off and flip you the bird?
Maybe the garage door will break?
Maybe it’s your stupid dryer?
Eventually something or someone will make you angry.
Your wife? Your girlfriend? Your boss?
Today is my day.
I am especially angry.
It’s a special kind of anger. It’s an anger flavored like sour mash. It’s the color of red. It’s electrified like a power cord in a rain storm.
Why I am angry; that’s my business.
But the feeling is powerful.
I feel the surge in my veins.
I am a nuclear submarine, powered by a churning bubbling cauldron.
I am stealth, a missile, a torpedo of power angrily, motoring through the surf.
I am a heat seeking organism, red lining, ready to explode.
I am bacon grease on high, snapping, jumping out of the frying pan, trying to start a fire.
Why am I angry?
Why do you care?
Just understand that I am.
Don’t worry. It’s natural. It’s organic.
The thing I like about anger is this.
It’s powerful, and it subsides quickly.
Anger is an emotion that takes great effort.
Your heart accelerates like a piston. It pumps, it chews up molecules, it eats energy like candy.
It’s like running 100 yards as fast as you can. Most of us can do that at full speed.
Now try running 800 yards at full speed.
Your heart is going to burst. Your lungs are ringing like a sponge.
Eventually you bend over exhausted. It’s impossible to maintain this type of intensity.
Anger.
The eye of the tiger. The glint of a gunslinger. The twitch of a boxer ready to uncork an upper cut to the head of frustration.
By itself anger is cathartic.
It’s like blowing a snot filled nostril into a Kleenex.
Few things feel as good as clearing your sinuses and inhaling the sweet nectar of life.
Blow. Breathe. Wondrous.
That’s anger.
When controlled, a setting just under rage, just above ambivalence, anger is useful.
Anger can be harnessed, like a stallion ridden to a new field, in a new place. Anger can be the compass that directs you to the fresh start we are all looking for.
Anger is the biological equivalent of rebooting your fried mind.
Pull the plug. Count to 30. Plug yourself back in and reset the electrical tumblers.
Done.
Cathartic.
Now calm down.
Sidestep whatever negative force is trying to upset you and just keep moving.
Anger uncontrolled is a dangerous thing.
But if you can harness the force, it can be productive.
It is a line backer who tears through the line and sacks the quarterback.
That’s anger.
It’s a lava field, spewing forth from the volcano.
The molten magma rolls, unstoppable toward the sea. As it cools, it creates new land, new life, new opportunities.
Anger is a wind turbine spinning ferociously. It’s a huge fan blade in a mountain valley collecting a gushing, powerful force.
I was angry when I started writing this.
Now I am good.
I have blown the tiny snot ball of angst into the vortex of the universe.
I can inhale the fresh scent of opportunity.
Anger is the storm that pushes the dark clouds out to sea.
All that’s left is a sunshine of golden rays and a future so bright it makes me wonder why I was so angry.
Hoist the anchor matey.
This ship, she’s a sailing to a new destination.
Life’s Crazy™