Recently, I became aware of how little I express my anger.
As in, I’m not sure I’ve ever expressed anger.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve felt anger.
I’ve just misnamed it.
I’ve called it frustration, annoyance, hurt feelings, even selfishness.
However, the truth is, sometimes, things just make you angry.
For example; sometimes you are asked a question and then the ask-er doesn’t wait for a response.
Sometimes, customers at the cafe’ where you work decide to be the most difficult, treat you like you’re not a human, and then they don’t tip.
Sometimes, you interact with men on the street who treat you as if you don’t have a college degree, haven’t run a business, haven’t seen more of the world and of human emotion then they could comprehend, rather, they just want to know if the carpet matches the drapes or if redheads really do have a higher sex drive.
Sometimes, you see injustice and inequality on a daily basis.
Sometimes, you see people treat homeless people like they don’t matter or exist.
Sometimes, things make you angry.