I lost my patience today and overeacted to something that a simple call would have likely fixed. At the moment I thought that it was necessary to put my foot down. Even thinking about it now pulls me into an idiotic path of self-justificayion of why I wasn’t totally wrong. Why?
What is it that overrides common sense when you’re pissed off?
Some people do mad real well. They have the X and Y axis of anger over time down to a science. The best even play with the script: a long silence with some snarky remark to bait you into making the first move. I suck at mad.
Maybe that’s what I need to remember, I’m not good at getting mad. So like everything else I should: either practice (like writing), or just avoid it as much as possible (football).