"The root of your anger" by Fun time with Chuck | The Pilot: Southern Pines, NC

The root of your anger

Blog: Fun time with Chuck

April 29, 2010

I am asking everyone who is angry about something to tell me why you're angry.

But before you type what you're angry about, ask yourself "why does this make me angry?"

Now I know the majority of people's voiced problems are political, but why? I mean other than some monetary issues, why does this make you so mad?

Why does the price of the census cause you to write a blog about it? I mean really, how much does it PERSONALLY affect you.

I'll gladly start... (also, if anyone comes in here and starts bashing people, over their opinions, I'll shut this down, and you appropriately. I'm not playing this insulting each other back and forth on the internet game. It is quite frankly in the mildest terms possible, a wuss move. I doubt, any of you would say some of these things to one another's face, and I have seen how many people actually avoid physical confrontation, which I think is human nature, but that will come in another blog)

The number one thing that makes me angry, and trust me I'm a happy guy, I've got money, a nice car, a nice house, a hot girlfriend and a cool dog;

Judgment.

Pure and simple. I despise how people in this area are so assuming and racist, sexist and straight up bigots. I will purposely dress bad sometimes to see how many reactions I get from people. I have fun with it. I will go somewhere like Belk to buy a shirt and be dressed in basketball shirts and a stained white Hanes tee shirt and you would not believe how many up-nosed looks I get. When I get to the register (if any of you know who I am talking about there is that little twerp of a manager who thinks he's better than anyone) will barely acknowledge me, and while I am purchasing a $72 Lacoste polo, actually ask me do I know how much the shirt is....I can read pal, and yes, this is a real Rolex, Presidential Day-Date to be exact, close to 21 thousand, see the sweeping movement? The audacity of the dude. I wish there weren't lawyers sometimes so I could back smack him, forget using a fist, fists are reserved for men, this dude warrants only a back hand against the face, and maybe the other side for good measure.

Never judge a book by it's cover.

foregolf 3 years ago

I do not know if there is a name for what makes me angry but I will describe the situation, and I am sure that many of you reading this will know what I am writing about.

In December, my father passed away. I am so lucky to be surrounded by family and many friends but what bothered me so much during this time, was when someone would say, "I am so sorry. I lost my "insert name here" so I know how you feel". I realize that when someone looses a loved one, it is difficult to find the right thing to say, but, "I know how you feel" is NOT IT!! No one knows how I felt. Just as I will never know how someone else feels. I did not have the same relationship with my dad that others have with their parents, everyones is unique, and I will never understand the pain/sadness that someone else experiences. Also, please do not tell me all about how your Aunt Sally died and what a hole it left in your heart. I am going to pull the selfish card now- this is about me and what I am going through. Please do not try to make me feel better by comparing my loss to yours.

Just a simple "sorry for your loss" is perfect.

Woody 3 years ago

I love irony. You don't want to be judged yet you want us to know about your 21 thousand dollar watch, how quaint!

dogboy 3 years ago

.....the Woodman knows.

kgirl 3 years ago

What makes me angry? First of all, anger is a strong word. You didn't just say 'ticked off', 'bothered', 'jilted', 'disappointed', or 'offended'. But you did say basketball shirts. So you wore 2 shirts but no pants. Hmm. I'd have looked at you funny too bud.

I would use the word anger for something a little more serious than a snootie falootie look down the nose at Belk.

btw, snootie falootie is the term us non-snootie falooties use for people who look down their noses. You probably don't know who you are, so just keep on living in that world. Whatever.