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Anger

 


Nobody cannot feel impatient. Everybody will feel impatient, at least once.

And impatience leads to rising anger. Anger, leads to immediate outburst.


First of all, how and why do we feel impatient? In my case, I feel impatient most of the time because of my sister. She always wants the stuff I use, she always tries to frame me, which causes me to be impatient. 

And then, naturally, I get angry. And, to be honest, I have probably the shortest temper in my house, and the outburst occurs quicker than usual. I become very violent, forgetting all my dignity. For a moment or so, I forget everything; and, I forget what I am doing. But I can't say it wasn't my fault.


It will be my fault, if I get angry and act angry at what my sister does. True, I am trying to contain the behaviour. Sometimes, I think she is not doing what she is doing, sometimes, I plead with her to stop what she's doing, sometimes I close my eyes and count from 1 to 5, and sometimes, I call my parents to sort it out. 


What I need to do to stop hurting my sister without even knowing, is to let my parents take charge, or tell my sister to stop (if she doesn't, she can take the consequences and not do it next time), or trust my sister over what she borrowed (stole) and let it be. 


But what if I lose control? What if I get super angry and hurt my sister?

That won't happen, if I have a super strict rule over myself to stop getting angry. But if it happens, I must learn to stop myself quickly, think of my sister as an innocent, harmless baby, and count from 1 to 5.


Like the moral value, "IF THERE IS A WILL, THERE IS A WAY." only if you stay calm, can you get an answer. If you get impatient, your mind will not work straight. So, try to calm yourself and think of a sensible solution. Everything has an answer. And that answer will help.

Another way I can stop getting angry, is, avoid the situation by going away from the place, or occupy myself with something very attractive. 


If my sister will fall for it, I can also fake-cry so she will get scared and stop whatever she's doing.


Listening to music and doing yoga can also calm your body.



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