Count to Ten

I have a temper. It's not explosive (very often) but it's dangerous anyway. Strange things annoy me; something someone says in passing might stick with me for days until I vent it somehow. It's not often that I get mad, but when I do it's VERY bad. I don't like when that happens. I fume for days, ranting to whoever might listen. The worst part is that usually what angers me is nothing important.

I'm getting better. I keep telling myself that it's not really important. Which is true. And it's finally starting to sink in. I've lost my temper less and less. Ya know, counting to ten really does help, if you let it. It's actually pride that causes a raging torrent of emotions to pour down on unexpecting victims.

I feel very foolish after I lose my temper. So why keep doing it? It's only embarrassing. Nothing gets better for it. So, someway, I will stop. Anger. Frustration. Those things are ugly, and I don't like feeling ugly.