Controlling your Anger


Controlling your Anger

I’ve always had a bit of a temper. And when I say a bit, I really mean I have a big temper. Unfortunately, it’s one of my father’s negative traits that I have inherited from him.

When I was younger, I used to hit, kick, and punch walls and other inanimate objects whenever I would start to see red. I couldn’t take out my anger on the source of my frustration, so this was my way of coping with it. I did this constantly until the end of my sophomore year in high school. 

I took a lot of AP and honors classes while I was in high school, and I also had many extracurricular activities that I was a part of. When you combine these two things together and mix them with a hormonal teen, chaos is bound to ensue at some point. During track season of my second year, I had a major paper that I had due in my AP World History class. For students who only had to focus on their school work (and there were many in my class that this was the case for), completing this paper on time was fine. They could go home right after school and work on it, but I didn’t have that luxury. I had track practice after school, and since my school wasn’t in the same neighborhood that I lived in, I also had to travel far to get home. This meant that I usually didn’t get back until around 6:00. And when I got there, I still had to eat and shower, which meant that I couldn’t get started on my work until 7ish. Getting my homework done on a day when I didn’t have a huge report due the next morning was complicated enough, so adding that history report into the mix made my life even more hectic. That’s why when my mom picked me up from practice on that fateful day, what she had to tell me didn’t make me very happy. 

When I got in the car, my mother informed me that she needed to go to the store. She said it wouldn’t take that long (and it didn’t), but I was still upset that her detour meant that my homework start time was going to be pushed back even more. When we eventually made it home I was fuming. I had the 20 minutes I sat in the car plus the drive home to work myself up even more. If I was a cartoon character, my face would’ve been beet red and I would’ve had steam spewing out of my ears. But since I wasn’t one, I had to showcase my anger in a different way, so I resorted to my tried and true method. When I got in the house and walked upstairs to my parent’s room where the computer was, I took a half a second to stop in the hall and kick the wall. However, this time around something changed. From the moment my foot connected with the white interior of my home, I knew that there would be an unwelcome surprise waiting for me. When I looked down, to my horror, I saw a hole in the wall the size of my foot. When my eyes locked in on what I had done, my heart sank. I knew I was going to get it, and I was right. At that point in my life I was too old for spankings, but I wasn’t too old to get chewed out by my dad. To this date, I can’t remember another time when he yelled at me as much as he did when he saw what I had done. I may have gotten in serious trouble for what I did, but I also learned a good lesson about controlling my anger.

Resisting the temptation to act on your temper is difficult, but necessary. Positive thinker, you can inflict pain with your anger, so just imagine what you could do if you resist it. If you go against the urge to use it, you not only keep that negativity out of the world, but you also help yourself to learn to not overreact when things don’t go your way. It’s something that I haven’t mastered yet, but it’s also something that I’m working on. I still get angry, but I’m learning that it’s better for everyone if I resist. It takes some practice, but you can try to do the same thing too next time you find yourself getting angry. When you do it, you can start to live a more loving life, and who doesn’t want that!