EppsNet Archive: Anger

Why You Should Never Tell Someone to Relax

20 Aug 2016 /

The one that really gets me is being told to “calm down” by someone angrier than I am . . .


Can You See the Real Me, Doctor?

8 Aug 2014 /

I decided to get off meds for a while . . .

Fluoxetine (Prozac), an SSRI

Things That Are the Same

  • I start every morning thinking about how great it would be to just stay in bed the rest of the day. Repeatedly hitting the snooze alarm — does life get any better than that?
  • I live in fear of negative judgment.
  • I dread being around other people. (May be just a restatement of #2).

Things That Are Different

  • I don’t feel like I’m in as much of a fog all the time.
  • I feel sadder, angrier, happier, more scared, more alive for better or worse.

Overheard

21 Sep 2012 /

Web comic


Angry Illiterates Shouldn’t Work at Bookstores

31 Dec 2011 /

There’s no one behind the customer service counter at Barnes and Noble but there is a woman doing something with the books in front of the counter . . .

“Do you work here?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, but not in a friendly way . . . more like yes, I work here but I regret it.

‘I’m looking for The Book of Holiday Awesome,” I say.

“I’ve never heard of that,” she says.

I don’t care if she’s heard of it. I just want to know if they have a copy of it on hand.

“Do you know the author?” she asks.

“No.”

She types a couple of things into the computer. “Nothing is coming up,” she says.

It’s a popular book so something should be coming up, even if it’s just to say they don’t have it in stock.

I lean over the counter to see what she’s typed in the search box. Here it is: the book of holiday awsum.


Why I’m Angry

15 Oct 2010 /

I believe in a world where I can set something down and it will still be there in the same place the next time I need it.

Unfortunately, this turns out to be a dangerously optimistic notion about what the world and other people are like.

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I’m Easily Annoyed

20 Jul 2010 /
Yotsuba: Tagged!?

I’m easily annoyed. My wife knows I’m easily annoyed and that one of the things that really annoys me is when people ask me to fix something that isn’t really broken.

So when she asks me to fix a problem with her browser and I close it, reopen it and it works fine, she exclaims, “It’s scared of you honey! The King of IT! It sees you coming and it’s afraid to not work!”

That’s good talking. I couldn’t even get mad after that.

P.S. I just thought of Mel Gibson for some reason.

To clarify, I’m not easily annoyed like Mel Gibson. He’s off the charts, like a fire-breathing dragon.

I’m more like “doesn’t suffer fools gladly, especially in his own house.”


Just Saying Hello

10 Apr 2010 /

I have great anxiety, hope, desperation, regret, anger, joy, shingles and insight. I balance all of these just saying hello to someone.


Angered by Trivia

21 Mar 2010 /
Hank!

people are strange: they are constantly angered by
trivial things,
but on a major matter
like
totally wasting their lives,
they hardly seem to
notice . . .

— Charles Bukowski, “wandering in the cage”

What Makes Me Mad

29 Aug 2009 /

You know what makes me mad? People asking me, “Are you mad about something?” If I’m mad about something, I’ll tell you I’m mad about something.

When someone asks me if I’m mad about something, it makes me think they know something I should be mad about.

From now on, when someone asks me if I’m mad about something, I’m going to say yes. And when they ask what I’m mad about I’m going to say, “You know what I’m mad about.”

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Getting Pissed Off

26 Apr 2009 /

My son tells me that when he has a hockey game, he’s now going to start getting pissed off as soon as we leave the house so he’s in the right frame of mind for the game.

I can’t see how being pissed off is going to help anyone play better, but I think he’s sort of kidding.

Anyway, we’re leaving for the rink . . . his mom made him a bowl of beans and rice to eat on the drive over.

He takes one bite and says, “This meal SUCKS!”

“Is this part of your new ‘get pissed off’ strategy?” I ask him.

“The rice is SOGGY!”

His phone buzzes.

“Who is sending me a friggin’ TEXT message?”