19 Nov When things get under my skin.
Yesterday, I took a deep breath and told Laura all the things that were on my mind.
It took a while.
I listed the disappointments and the complicated relationships. I told her how everything was changing and I didn’t know how to respond to this shifting landscape. I told her of anger that had started to fester in the pit of my stomach. New and surprising feelings for this habitual peace-maker.
Words falling over words, long-hidden emotions tumbling out. It wasn’t pretty and I knew it.
I recited stories and half facts about tiny incidents that had happened over this past year and how they had got under my skin like a splinter.
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Ros
Posted at 19:44h, 19 NovemberA thought provoking blog (as always) but I wonder – why are we troubled by being angry? Is it always the small hidden thorn we need someone to help us take out? Isn’t it sometimes a justified response to injustice and wrong and something that spurs us on to do things? I always think about Shelley’s Masque of Anarchy but could come up with countless and glorious works of art created from that little (and not so little) pit of anger…xx
thehippochronicles
Posted at 19:58h, 19 NovemberI don’t know why we are so troubled by being angry. It is a good point. Maybe not everyone is. I wish it didn’t bother me so much. I’m generally not a very angry person, so it took me a while to even identify the emotion. And then, maybe because i am not a very angry person, I needed someone else to talk to about it, for it to be acknowledged. Not to dismiss it, or pretend everything was now okay. And somehow in the talking about it – it stopped hurting me so much. Also, this was relational conflict… when it comes to being angry about injustice, that’s a whole other thing – I can own that and hold on to it without a problem! x