When I was younger, being pissed off meant that I would lash out at anyone, or anything, for that matter. As I grew up, I tried my best to change it and so did my parents. They got me into karate and taekwondo to let me release all my pent up frustration.
For a time, it worked. Even as I reached puberty and the myriad/wanton emotions that come with it, I found outlets for my anger and frustration: I played video games, wrote poetry, read a book, threw a knife at a wooden wall...
When my teen years ebbed, I became much better at controlling my anger. I simply frowned and said nothing. If I did say anything, it was never anything nice. But I try my best to not be a mean bastard. It's not easy, but I try all the same.
One person has managed to make my anger boil over. And as I prefer to not get violent as much as possible, my anger has cost me my ability to draw. When I get angry, my face blanks out and my hands start to shake. They're shaking right now. They become uncontrollable because o...
For a time, it worked. Even as I reached puberty and the myriad/wanton emotions that come with it, I found outlets for my anger and frustration: I played video games, wrote poetry, read a book, threw a knife at a wooden wall...
When my teen years ebbed, I became much better at controlling my anger. I simply frowned and said nothing. If I did say anything, it was never anything nice. But I try my best to not be a mean bastard. It's not easy, but I try all the same.
One person has managed to make my anger boil over. And as I prefer to not get violent as much as possible, my anger has cost me my ability to draw. When I get angry, my face blanks out and my hands start to shake. They're shaking right now. They become uncontrollable because o...
