Just started reading Falling Together by Marisa de los Santos and I’m already finding treasures to jot down. One of the many joys of reading – discovering new ways of looking at the world and/or at words themselves.
“It was the first time Pen had ever seen Will lose his temper, although “lose his temper” never seemed quite the right way of describing it. What got lost was everything else, all the things that made Will himself: empathy and patience and decency, his sense of humor, his sense of justice, everything fine and good deserting him in one ugly rush.”
And that’s what it’s really like, isn’t it? Our temper emerges – we don’t lose it. It’s always there, lurking below the surface. And then suddenly (or not so suddenly) we’re no longer in control of our anger, our fury. It’s the other parts of ourselves – the good parts – that are temporarily submerged, buried by anger and frustration. And how quickly that eruption can occur – which is a bit scary. If you are really, really mad, it can be difficult to even recognize yourself amidst the rage. You’re no longer the self you take pride in being.
For most of us, the emergence of this ugly side of our nature is followed by regret and remorse. Or not. Sometimes a good temper tantrum can be cathartic. I had two mini-temper tantrums yesterday. After each one, my better self (the self I adore!) returned and with it, my sense of humour. I was able to laugh at myself. Thank God. It must be awful to be perpetually angry at the world or yourself. Worse than awful – tragic.
I’m going to make a concerted effort not to “lose my temper” today. It could happen. I’m going Christmas shopping. And while I always start off in a good mood, this seasonal venture often brings out the worst in people - the parking lot rage, the line-ups, the grumbling...
It’s a slippery slope, my friends. How easily it can turn into Ho! Ho! Hell!
Perhaps if I keep a smile plastered on my face?
When you're smiling
When you're smiling
The whole world smiles with you…
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