I genuinely detest getting mad at people.
There’s a certain sort of being guilt ridden that washes over me.
It’s to the point where I deliberate whether I could have been more tolerant, if I was making sense, being illogical or childish. Why can’t being “angry” or “upset” be a simple emotion? Like it’s painted in black or white?
I can’t get mad with someone for long ever. It just takes a couple of minutes for it to dissipate, which by then I’ve probably done enough for it to have it’s repercussions.
