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Anger or Angst January 18, 2011

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Mindfulness, Poetry, Spirit & Ego.

Why do you delight
In pushing people’s buttons  
Existential Angst?

Instead of “I think”
As proof of “therefore, I am”
You just step on toes?

Instead of thinking
To establish your being
You “bitch-slap” away?

Hmm . . . anger or angst?
Anti-social, or psycho?
It’s all illusion

There is no divide
We are one spirit inside
Stop hitting yourself

Ego confusion
Negates claimed self-awareness
Just let it all go

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Artwork by Maitte Van Arsdel ~ available at Island Gallery West.

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1. Paila Tohline Calhoun - January 18, 2011

ME??? Insist on ANGER??? Why, you little %$^&*! 😀

(Is this comment short enough, or do you want me to continue on in the same vein?) 😀

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

Hahahaha! My moderator captured your comment because it detected anger in your %$^&*!

Paula Tohline Calhoun - January 18, 2011

Ooooh. I better watch my *&^%$@’n mouth! (Did it pick that one up too?) 😀

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

Nope. That one flew right in under the radar.

Probably because I allowed you to swear “at me” once already today. 😉

2. Cindy - January 18, 2011

Are you fighting with someone, Nancy?

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

Nope. That would be a counter-productive use of my limited time on the planet. 😉

But I’ve observed more than a few people who continue to hang on to the past . . . rather than choosing to let their anger and hostility drift away into the ether so they can get on with their lives.

Cindy - January 18, 2011

OK, do I have any idea of who they are?

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

I doubt they even know who they are. 😉

3. Maggie - January 18, 2011

Some people haven’t trained their id to stop screaming “me, me, me!” all the time… a lot of anger comes from people who don’t get their own way.

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

Exactly. They are like toddlers in their terrible twos throwing tantrums while screaming “Look at ME!” 😉

4. Carol Ann Hoel - January 18, 2011

A lot of wisdom in this poem. Anger or Angst. They surely are related, causal perhaps one to the other. Anxiety may often be the seat of anger. If one experiences a lot of angst in life, anger may boil up easily and over little provocation. Getting rid of angst may be the beginning of peace. And the solution is….just let it all go. Blessings to you, Nancy…

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

Wonderful comment, Carol Ann. I expect that you are right.

When we are comfortable in our own skin, the negative comments and reactions of others don’t “sink in” so deeply, or at all.

We don’t absorb the negativity of those around us. Instead, we just “brush off” their comments and keep moving forward through life.

We’re less concerned with what others think of us and more concerned with becoming the best we can be.


Paula Tohline Calhoun - January 18, 2011

So true, Carol! I remember one time when I was driving back home (alone, age 19) late one night after a play rehearsal in a town about 50 miles away. I had a flat tire while on the Merritt Parkway (in SW Connecticut). I managed to get off the road, but when attempting to change the tire I couldn’t get the rusted lug nuts loosened. I was stuck – about 8 miles from the nearest exit, and it was late enough that there was very little traffic. Of course there were no cell phones back then, and I was apprehensive about thumbing a ride. I hoped that a cop would drive by, but the first car to stop and offer a ride was a rather scruffy looking man with two young children in the back seat. I decided to take my chances and hopped in. Fortunately, he took me all the way to my exit, and to the commuter parking area nearby that had a phone booth. I then called home and my Mom came and picked me up.

When I got home, my Dad was LIVID! As angry with me as I had ever experienced. I was deeply hurt and puzzled, burst into tears and ran to my bedroom. When I had calmed down, I asked my mother why he was so mad at me for something that was not my fault. She smiled and told me that Daddy had gotten very frightened and concerned for my safety. The whole incident scared him more than it did me! He expressed his angst as anger. There was one other time in my life (many years later) when he did that with me. That time I saw it for what it was. Makes me smile now, but it taught me the way not to behave with my own sons.

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

Wonderful tale, PTC.

When we are frightened for our loved ones, it often erupts at anger at them ~ especially if we feel that they made less than stellar choices. 😉

5. Paula Tohline Calhoun - January 18, 2011

HEY! Wht other choice did I have? ;-D

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

In the days before cell phones, not as many.

But the advice I received: If someone stops to offer assistance, stay in your car (doors locked) and ask them to call the police on your behalf.

But I was thinking about a time my grandfather got furious with me for jogging through a covered bridge in Vermont. I thought his rural hamlet was “safe.” He knew that drug dealers hung out at that bridge.

6. Richard W Scott - January 18, 2011

Hmm… perhaps I’m missing something here. Over on the dark side (UphillWriting.org), I’ve been known to push buttons… especially in the area of language and thinking, and have had some rather pointed responses.

Do I do it to cause angst or anger? No. I do it to generate discussion. Mostly.

In my daily life I push people’s buttons to shake things loose sometimes. Why? Because when my own buttons are pushed I usually learn something. Typically if I have an anger response to something someone else says or does, I can find–with a little digging–that I am guilty of the same infraction. A powerful wakeup call in my book.

nrhatch - January 18, 2011

There’s all kinds of buttons, and the kinds that you press are not the type of button I’m talking about here.

Like you, I often challenge people to take a more mindful look at their actions and re-actions.

But here, I’m talking about X getting annoyed at Y for some perceived infraction and continuing to take potshots at Y for days, weeks, and months, rather than letting the anger go. 😉

When WE refuse to let go of anger . . . we are only hurting ourselves.

7. Anger and Angst « Reflections From a Cloudy Mirror - January 19, 2011

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