Anger (rhetoric debate)

You know how there's a few types of anger?

There's the type when you're frustrated.. you get angry because something keeps popping up and getting in your way. So you lift your arms and you shout out all your anger and then go ahead and try everything again. Until you get past it just like a few large rocks on your way.

There's the type when you're angry at yourself for something you said, something you did. This is not to be confused with regret. This is the type of anger that only hurts yourself like a little masochistic pervert, that makes you feel stupid and go apologize to other people for your own behavior, which then gets rid of the anger.

There's the type where you're angry at people really close to you. The kind of anger that's much stronger than the rest. The kind that makes you punch walls, throw things, destroy things. The kind of anger that takes a while to get over, because it is caused by many other types of anger.

..And then there's anger. Pure animosity. The type that turns you into a potential serial killer. The type of anger that shuts out your senses. You don't feel, you don't see, you don't smell, you don't taste, you don't even think. There's just one single desire. Inflicting pain. Inflicting pure agony on whoever has caused you this emotion, crushing their bodies like worthless ants, to a size at which they can fit back into their mother's womb and be reborn dead. The type that burns your chest and makes you shake. The type that makes all your morals disappear like shadows in the bright, gleaming hot shine of the sun. The type that makes you do things that you will regret. The type you should learn to control, because without the control, you're just another lost soul in a labyrinth of emotion, running into wall after wall.

But what if you've mastered control over this particular type of anger? Do you have permission to use it? It is a very powerful thing, almost like a superpower. Just the bad kind. Once embraced, this anger will not let go. It will eat at your entire being like a leech; and leave no drop of sense flowing in your veins. This is the type of anger you start enjoying more as it gets bigger and bigger. The type you get addicted to while under its influence. The type you don't want to let go of, because you have engaged in perfect symbiosis with it and the power you feel growing within yourself is too overwhelming to be sent away. It's the type of anger that will get you into forced therapy, years of sessions with therapists repeating the same things, until you know the routine well enough to tell them exactly what they need to hear to answer their questions. The type that will, in the end, make you a better person, because as a consequence of its outbreak you will be forced to spend a lot of time thinking about your own behavior.

So is it all that bad? Depends on how you look at it. Are you outcome-oriented? Or is it the way to the finish line that really counts? If I may say, both are equally enchanting.


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