Anger. It ain't good.

Someone asked me the other day if I occasionally lose it?  Lose my temper. Lose control. Swear a blue streak. Shout. Curse. Guess I have. In the distant past. A long time ago.  Maybe I’ve learned to curb my anger. To accept life. As it is.  Change what I can. And don’t fret over what I can’t. I’ve learned to keep my cool. Oh, I become annoyed. But not downright angry. Because it does no good. Doesn’t suit me.  Better that others become angry. Rather than me. Makes me feel superior. In control.  Some may take my annoyance as anger. But it really isn’t. I know anger when I see it. When I feel it. And I haven’t felt anger for quite a while. Psychologists may tell me it’s good to become angry. But I know better. I’ve been angry before. And it ain’t good. –Jim Broede