Take what you like and leave the rest.
Like most folks, I experience, from time to time, all the prerequisite human emotions. The way I learned them was: Sad, Mad, Glad, Fear. Like most other humans, I laugh, cry, cringe and get mad. But lately I have begun to suspect that I have an unusual relationship with anger.
Most folks get angry and blow up, or else they simmer and wait for the right time. Now, I do that. I do both. I blow up and I simmer, depending on the incident. But sometimes, when I feel mad, I have other reactions.
Certain situations bring out something strange.
Trying to give the dog a bath, for instance. She hates getting wet, so she does whatever she can to get out of it. She hides, she tries to get under the bed, she runs away. I keep going after her, getting madder and madder. After a while she tries passive resistance, simply putting all four paws down firmly on the floor and refusing to move as I try to pull her towards the bathroom. It makes me very mad, but the whole situation also strikes me as ridiculous. So I start laughing.
Now, don't get me wrong -- I'm mad enough to chew nails. I'm furious with the dog.
But I'm also laughing.
And I'm laughing so hard I get weak. Sometimes I can't stand up because of the laughter.
I can't even yell at them, because my breath is all taken up with laughing.
I wet my pants, which makes me even angrier, which makes me laugh harder.
This tends to send mixed signals to the dogs and cats in my life (fortunately, I have had relatively few opportunities to warp the minds of children). They simply cannot understand if I am angry or amused. They get very confused.
I'm not doing it on purpose, I assure you. I hate it that I laugh. No one knows what the heck is going on and I can't blame them. It confuses me too.
I'm pretty sure my husband doesn't understand it either.
Now, I don't always laugh when I'm angry. (The laughter seems to happen most often when I am frustrated, especially if it involves Animals or small children.) I do have other reactions, more normal.
But even the so-called normal reactions can have ramifications.
For instance, housework. I am incapable of doing housework unless I am very, very angry.
I do hate doing housework --- that is a given. But I also want a reasonably clean home.
So when the house gets to the point where the dust bunnies should be charged rent, I clean.
But it's a struggle of unbelievable proportions. Just getting started is like pushing 75 pounds of wet cement across the floor -- and just about as appealing.
I find myself getting angry as I clean. Angrier and angrier. I will drag up things from years ago, things that don't really even bother me any more, but I will get angry all over again about them.
But as I get angry, I get more energetic. I channel that energy into cleaning. The dust flies, the broom takes on a life of it's own, piles of 'stuff' slowly melt as places are found for them and the house gets clean (or at least cleaner), but I am in a terrible mood!
Sometimes when I am angry, I choose that time to do the cleaning, because since I am already angry, I might as well get something done.
There is an upside. You see, I have friends who have offered to get me angry when I am at their house so that I can clean their place. That might work.
If I play my cards right, my anger could end up being very, very popular.