A coworker said to me, “Don’t get angry but…” the rest doesn’t matter. It was that phrase that caught my attention. Like warning me that something irritating is forthcoming will make me like it more. The funny thing to me is that I don’t get angry. I get irritated. Stupid and lazy really piss me off because I have to deal with them and the lazy idiots that inflict stupid and lazy on me. I rarely get angry. It probably says unflattering things about me that I can differentiate between the two.
Anger to me is about an emotional response. Not normally my problem. For me to get angry I would have to really care about something enough, to hold on to the hurt long enough to change something fundamental.
“A strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong;
wrath; ire.” (Dictionary.com)
Wrath sounds exhausting. Ire is a little to petty. Which ever definition you use, there is a lot of emotion pent up in anger. Listen to it when you say it out loud. An -Gerrr! Anger take energy, I’m to lazy to be angry. Just thinking about being angry makes me want to take a nap.
This unique quality, or lack there of, has preserved me from some terrible things going on in the world today. Bigotry and racism are right out. If you’re stupid enough to hate people because of skin pigment, you have way to much energy. You really have to hold on to that anger in the face of some serious evidence that you are probably wrong. Sexism? I’ll work my butt off for a pretty girl. (note the ironic statement) Religion? Sorry, I don’t care enough about the welfare of another person’s immortal soul. There are whole classes of people, things, ideas or situations that I could be angry over, but I’m not. The truth is, I’m just to lazy.
The world would e a better place if more people were just a little more lazy.