11-27-2018, 07:02 AM
I might have sounded angry yesterday and that was because I am. In the past I would feel sad, hopeless, disappointed. I do sometimes feel like that nowadays as well. But for the most part now I feel anger instead of sadness.
It's a coping mechanism I found. The reason is it is easy to turn sadness into anger, and it is not even necessary to direct it towards anything specific. Just a general anger. And the reason for that is because while I feel useless while sad, I can use anger. I can use it be break the circle, to make myself more aware of myself and what I do, both for the better or worse. It makes my flaws and mistakes lay bare. It makes me work on myself in a ways I couldn't do on your average day.
It is not sustainable. Anger can turn into hate or contempt, be it to someone specific, world, life, yourself. That's not good. But for now I will be using this anger. I want to be stronger and more aware because of it.
It's a coping mechanism I found. The reason is it is easy to turn sadness into anger, and it is not even necessary to direct it towards anything specific. Just a general anger. And the reason for that is because while I feel useless while sad, I can use anger. I can use it be break the circle, to make myself more aware of myself and what I do, both for the better or worse. It makes my flaws and mistakes lay bare. It makes me work on myself in a ways I couldn't do on your average day.
It is not sustainable. Anger can turn into hate or contempt, be it to someone specific, world, life, yourself. That's not good. But for now I will be using this anger. I want to be stronger and more aware because of it.
For not by numbers of men, nor by measure of body, but by valor of soul is war to be decided.
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4