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Periodically I say something like this to my wife: \u201cExcuse me, I\u2019m going to go take this piece of electronic equipment outside and smash it with the baseball bat.\u201d I say it politely, generally with a piece of already-broken electronic equipment in my hand, right after I\u2019ve spent a couple of hours trying to make it work and definitively failing, and right before I grab the baseball bat, head out the front door, and smash the thing to blithereens on our driveway.<\/p>\n
Because what I have is an anger problem, not an anger management problem.<\/p>\n
I get really angry. A lot. I regularly scream into the dashboard of my car as my hands clench or beat the steering wheel, raging about the crazy of the day. Sometimes I get hoarse doing that, even hurt my voice. But other than occasionally hurting my voice, I never take it out on people – not anymore. My wife actually says she finds it hard to believe that I have an anger problem, because I so rarely show it. And to me that\u2019s the difference between an anger problem and an anger management problem – whether you take it out on others or not.<\/p>\n
Personally, I\u2019d rather not get angry, and I think the degree to which I do get angry is the problem – like David Banner says, that\u2019s my secret: I\u2019m always angry. But I\u2019ve also grown to think about anger like Stephen Covey – anger is an alarm, a signal that something\u2019s wrong, and the first thing you do with an alarm is to turn it off and deal with the problem.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t used to have that resource available to me. I\u2019ve knocked pieces from a chessboard, stormed out of a Risk game, yelled at people, gotten into fights, even smashed important computer equipment. When playing the raconteur I always like to exaggerate, to tell the true story about punching one of my best friends in the face – twice – and now I can add to that kicking another friend in the face – but the problem with all of those is that they were accidents, so they don\u2019t tell the truth as much as, say, mentioning that I\u2019ve ripped off my Android watch three times in the last year because it was so annoying.<\/p>\n
But even that\u2019s a part of the management, not the problem. The Android watch-toss generally happens when I\u2019m driving, when it\u2019s firing some alert and won\u2019t stop, and I need to pay attention to the road – so I toss it off so I can focus on driving, not dying. One day, if it gets too annoying when I\u2019m driving, I may tear it off and toss it out the window, but if so, I won\u2019t look back – because as much as that\u2019s an expression of anger, it\u2019s also something that I\u2019ve calculated in advance, a deliberate choice that if this little widget distracts me too much when I\u2019m driving a ton of car at three times the speed human beings were designed for, it\u2019s time for the widget to go.<\/p>\n
So the anger is still there, but under control. I no longer smash cordless phones or toss cell phones, unless I\u2019ve determined the device is actually a loss, and then, heck, I\u2019ll give it a go, or pull out the baseball bat. Supposedly the cathartic theory of anger isn\u2019t any good, that screaming or smashing plates will, rather than releasing your anger, actually make it worse; however, it certainly does feel good to just get that anger out and to move on.<\/p>\n
But I had to spend fifteen minutes fixing a bent pin in my watch after the last watch-toss, and I really don\u2019t like the pain in my throat after yelling in the car – and I still remember smashing those pieces from the chessboard, thirty-five years later, with a little bit of shame. So I know I have an anger problem – but one thing I\u2019ve committed to is making sure I manage it.<\/p>\n
-the Centaur<\/p>\n
Postscript: Since this was written, I sat down with my wife to fix a problem with her Audible account after she moved to a new computer. During this process, we found out that Audible employees had NOT, as they had previously claimed, successfully fixed a problem that we\u2019d had with her books when she accidentally got a second account – to the tune of a lost $500 in books – and THEN we found out that Audible employees had lied to her about whether she actually owned the books she downloaded, to the tune of $17,000 dollars<\/i> in books encumbered with DRM that makes them effectively a rental, not ownership. My wife got so angry about this she had to take a walk. Me? I got angry because I spent two and half hours trying to resolve a problem which should have taken fifteen minutes, so angry at the end, when a error in Google\u2019s interface repeatedly thwarted me trying to execute a simple search, that I wanted to smash my hand against the glass desk. My wife raised her hand to stop me, but I just said, \u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d and then lowered my hands to the desk, took a deep breath, switched to Bing to resolve the problem. I then spent the next half hour calming my wife down about the horrible state of DRM in this country and how Audible employees lied to fuck her over. (And I was in on the call; they did lie – as my wife put it, they said whatever they had to to get her to enter her credit card number). In the end, I had calmed my wife down, I had found a solution for her problem, and I had not put my hand through a desk made of glass.<\/p>\n
Scorecard: anger, zero; anger management, one.<\/p>\n
Pictured: My first 3D printed model. It didn\u2019t turn out so well. I did not, in fact, smash it, despite several hours of frustration.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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