Irrational Anger

There are some people that make me angry. I’m not sure why I harbor such anger for them. I can’t honestly say that it is justified. I generally like everyone so when an odd occurrence like this happens, I need to step back and try to figure out what the underlying issue is.

In the case of the female downstairs right now, I am pretty sure I know why she makes me angry. She constantly complains about her life and continuously asks for advice. Normally, you’d think that would be a good thing. The problem is that she never takes the advice. She knows how everything works. She knows her life is broken. She doesn’t know how to fix it. When you try to tell her how to fix it, well — see previous “She knows how everything works.”

I came to a point in my life where I knew that drinking beer every night and taking PMs to fall asleep was a serious problem. It is a problem I recognized and then corrected. I no longer drink beer and I no longer require PMs to put me to sleep. There are some other things I cut out but the point is that I acted. I took action to correct the problems. I took advice. I tried to make the appropriate changes.

Hyrum Smith (founder of the Franklin Planner system) once said that the difference between success and non-success is easily defined by “the successful person is willing to do that which the unsuccessful person is unwilling to do.” I love the lecture he gave where this comes from. Truly inspiring. Ok. Now, back to the anger.

I have friends that are constantly adjusting their lives to try and find that happy place. One of my friends even has a husband that thinks his happiness is based on buying a new pickup truck. If he could only have this one “thing” he just knows he’ll be happy. The problem is that is never happens. He is just left with emptiness and a need for self validation in many different forms. If I remember correctly, he also equates sex with love. If his wife doesn’t have sex with him, she doesn’t love him. Sometimes I think I should have been a head shrinker. I actually enjoy analyzing people. That isn’t the same as people watching.

People watching is finding amusement in the behavior of others. Analyzing is when you try to figure out their story. What drives them? Why don’t they look happy? Is the couple you are admiring having an affair or are they married to each other? Those are easy to figure out.

I may have to write another article about my opinions about marriage. I have no love for that institution and have solid reasons why not.

See? I feel better just writing this crap out. Now, if the female downstairs would just leave then everything will be just fine for the rest of the evening. Two words for her. Get. Out.

Update: The point of this post. The point of this post is that I am angry at the woman downstairs because she takes advantage of my friend. That is why she makes me angry.