For a really long time, I have been trying to work on managing my anger. It is really quite difficult for me to control my anger and to try to not say things that I will later regret. Due to my anger issues, I lost someone that was very significant to me. After loosing this friendship, it was clear to me that I needed to take control of this terrible trait that I do not wish to possess. Anger is a poison that takes control of us in ways that drive people to do terrible terrible things. Whenever I feel anger, I try to control it by thinking the opposite of it which is love and when I begin to think in terms of love, my anger subsides.
The other day, I read something that made me so angry, that I immediately retaliated by writing something that was not very nice. I wrote it, with intentions of later that evening putting it on my blog, however, once I let love come back into my heart, my anger subsided and I decided to not put it on here.
I started this blog for many many reasons, so many in fact, that I can’t even remember the purpose anymore. However, I write from the heart and I want to make sure that in being true to myself and others with what I say, I put on here the things that I write that are intended for to be here. Additionally, I feel that putting real life events on here, makes me real and hopefully, something of what I live or experience, will help someone else realize that they are not alone in their craziness, that I am far crazier then all the rest, and that it is ok. I am sure that many laugh at my blog or think it’s stupid or useless or pointless, but to me, it is my journal. These are the events that take place in my life, I have chosen to share them with the world wide web and allow whomever wishes to come into my world and see what it is that I have to say, to do so freely without me even knowing who they may be. I often remind myself that this is for me and for you, whomever you are, a person, that is so kind as to take time out and read my thoughts. I write because I love it, it is my hobby, or maybe it is becoming my passion.
Below, please find the the words of an angry woman. I can not and will not share who what I wrote was intended for. What I will say though is, that this individual is probably the only one in this world, capable of making me feel the feeling of hate and anger. But remember, there is a thin line between love and hate……… Forgive me for the below angry message.
You are a critical thinker. You obviously think things through thoroughly enough that you are able to articulate and put forth your ideas, in an amazing way. I don't believe however, that you apply the ideas you write about, in your life. I'm sorry that I am playing the role of your critique, but it is just that reading the things that you write, makes my blood boil with anger and resentment. How can one be a person of prestige and admiration, yet be such a hypocrite at the same time. How can someone so brilliant be so absolutely phony!
I fear that I do not for a minute buy your lies. And I feel bad, for all those that surround you and look at you with admiration, for they are the fools that you keep contained in your spell of lies. You resemble a character of a book I once read, the characters name was Toohey, from Ayn Rand novel....
If in my studies on psychology I don't learn anything at all. I only hope that I will learn at least enough, to uncover your mind and brake down the reasons behind your strange behavior. I wish to uncover the truth that lays under your spells and magical conquests.
One more thing, there is no need for you to write entire entries that makes the reader feel as if a PHD degree is required just to be able to get through the entry. The masses have an 8th grade reading level, and your followers follow you from different corners of the earth. Everyone already knows you are intelligent, unfortunately for you however, what you have in intelligence, you probably lack in sexual organ size.
One more thing, you visiting my blog does not please me. Please stop, I no longer wish to be the inspiration for you thoughts! I know that I am because there can not be that many coincidences in life! stop copying me! You are to me, but a bug that needs to be stepped on! Your like a computer virus that spreads and annoys the shit out of everyone.
In conclusion, I have a nice word for you, one that those who are not PHD graduates or undergraduate students will surely understand. The word is......FAKE! How can someone write stuff they don’t mean. I just don’t understand that!
I fear that I do not for a minute buy your lies. And I feel bad, for all those that surround you and look at you with admiration, for they are the fools that you keep contained in your spell of lies. You resemble a character of a book I once read, the characters name was Toohey, from Ayn Rand novel....
If in my studies on psychology I don't learn anything at all. I only hope that I will learn at least enough, to uncover your mind and brake down the reasons behind your strange behavior. I wish to uncover the truth that lays under your spells and magical conquests.
One more thing, there is no need for you to write entire entries that makes the reader feel as if a PHD degree is required just to be able to get through the entry. The masses have an 8th grade reading level, and your followers follow you from different corners of the earth. Everyone already knows you are intelligent, unfortunately for you however, what you have in intelligence, you probably lack in sexual organ size.
One more thing, you visiting my blog does not please me. Please stop, I no longer wish to be the inspiration for you thoughts! I know that I am because there can not be that many coincidences in life! stop copying me! You are to me, but a bug that needs to be stepped on! Your like a computer virus that spreads and annoys the shit out of everyone.
In conclusion, I have a nice word for you, one that those who are not PHD graduates or undergraduate students will surely understand. The word is......FAKE! How can someone write stuff they don’t mean. I just don’t understand that!
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