Not a Player, No Longer a Predator

  • Subscribe to our RSS feed.
  • Twitter
  • StumbleUpon
  • Reddit
  • Facebook
  • Digg

Sunday, 6 April 2008

Anger Management

Posted on 04:06 by Unknown
When I was about 12 years old I really wanted to go to the Stone Temple Pilots concert. My mom said no, and I threw a fit. I had a bad temper growing up, but I don't remember much of it. I just remember that at this particular moment my blood boiled beyond control and I felt palpitations. The chest pain scared the crap outta me and I made the decision to change my attitude.

Over time I dropped the anger bit, choosing a "No Worries" attitude. Sure the anger would occasionally flare, but it quickly died after I took a deep breath and said, No Worries.

Yesterday with my anger about my father, I had a hard time trying to control it. When my parents picked me up for the party I acted like nothing had happened. The whole car ride to the party, he was extremely irritated, yelling at my mom for her driving, yelling at other drivers.

I've known all along that I get my temper from him, and yesterday we were both a little less in control of it. It was a little bit awkward but we all just wanted to feel normal.

Towards the end of the party I made my move. I didn't yell though. In fact I barely got any words out. I started crying almost immediately after my first sentence, and all I could say was "Please."

I went to the bathroom and got control of myself. We finished up the party and went home. Right before I got outta the car, I tried again. I started crying, but I controlled it better and got out everything I needed to say.

"Dad, I'm convinced you had a TIA. It's a baby stroke, but nonetheless it's a STROKE. You need to get on the treadmill for 30 minutes every day and take care of yourself for us. Mom needs you. Sister needs you. I need you. You do this for us. Please. I'm sorry I don't say I love you everyday but I do. Live for us."

It was tough and I hope it hit home with him. He may not be the best example of a human being, but he is a great father. He makes money grow on trees. He gives us whatever we want (after a bit of a fight). He takes care of the family.

He needs to give me many more years of No Worries or I'll be pissed.
Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest
Posted in family | No comments
Newer Post Older Post Home

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Popular Posts

  • I can't fix it if I don't know it is broken
    Roomate and I are officially ex-friends. She informed me by email today. She didn't want to say anything, but I pushed it so she told me...
  • Sometimes I hate being a girl
    So things are going really well with NotMexican... but they could be going better. And that statement right there is why I hate being a girl...
  • an unexpected relationship
    Spring Semester 2002 Finally back after a winter break and straight to the first big party of the year, there he was... Hippie. I hadn't...
  • Playing Hookey
    I've never played hookey with a job in my life, mostly because I knew I'd get caught. Sure I've skipped school, but this is diff...
  • Craigslist Rules
    So I'm pretty fearless when it comes to craigslist. I have no problem meeting men, and quite often I meet some great guys. RedSox for ex...
  • Foodie for FREE
    If there is anyone who can find the best deal, I am she. My friends say I'm all about the FREE. If I can get something for free, I will....
  • A melting pot or a mixed platter?
    I never paid attention to diversity in Boston until last night. After a stressful day at school, I just wanted to relax. RedSox wanted to se...
  • The Mole
    Today was an exam day. After an exam, you'd be lucky if I touched anything related to medicine. I got my haircut. I walked around Newb...
  • Melrose Place
    One the guys who responded to my first craigslist ad formerly lived in my building. He was telling me about the friends he had made, particu...
  • The Erotic Massage
    Remember the episode of Sex & the City where Samantha finds out that a particular masseur gives happy endings? It made me wonder. Where ...

Categories

  • about me
  • AccountExec
  • alcohol
  • Arena
  • Author
  • Berklee
  • birthday
  • Blond Boy
  • BlondEngineer
  • books
  • cheating
  • cougar
  • craigslist
  • culture
  • dating
  • death
  • Denver
  • embarrassment
  • engagement
  • Environmental Lobbyist
  • events
  • exes
  • family
  • food
  • friendship
  • girlz
  • guest blogger
  • hamptons
  • hippie
  • holidays
  • illness
  • Insomniac
  • intern year
  • IrishRacer
  • Jon
  • kissing
  • KoreanDancer
  • LegalSeafoods
  • looks
  • love
  • LV
  • Marine
  • marriage
  • masturbation
  • matti
  • men
  • MetroStevo
  • Michigan
  • money
  • moving
  • murse
  • nicknames
  • NotMexican
  • old emails
  • OleMiss
  • past
  • pets
  • PitaChips
  • Prosthesis
  • random
  • rant
  • RedSox
  • relationships
  • religion
  • residency application
  • restaurants
  • reunions
  • roomate
  • RunnerMan
  • school
  • ScottAvs
  • Sebastien
  • sex
  • shopping
  • sister
  • sorority
  • southie
  • sports
  • sugar daddy
  • swipe
  • therapy
  • travel
  • vegas
  • weather
  • wedding planning
  • WhiteRapper
  • work
  • Zoros

Blog Archive

  • ►  2012 (6)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  January (4)
  • ►  2011 (21)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  April (3)
    • ►  March (3)
    • ►  February (2)
    • ►  January (4)
  • ►  2010 (38)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (2)
    • ►  October (2)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  July (4)
    • ►  June (4)
    • ►  May (3)
    • ►  April (3)
    • ►  March (5)
    • ►  February (3)
    • ►  January (5)
  • ►  2009 (58)
    • ►  December (4)
    • ►  November (4)
    • ►  October (8)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  August (7)
    • ►  July (8)
    • ►  June (6)
    • ►  May (2)
    • ►  April (4)
    • ►  March (5)
    • ►  February (4)
    • ►  January (2)
  • ▼  2008 (77)
    • ►  December (4)
    • ►  November (4)
    • ►  October (6)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  August (10)
    • ►  July (7)
    • ►  June (7)
    • ►  May (6)
    • ▼  April (9)
      • My picture is all wrong.
      • well how bout them apples
      • Why I love OleMiss
      • Introducing Sebastien!
      • The Biggest Unofficial Holiday
      • Anger Management
      • TIA
      • Hairspray, Hiccups and Hefeweizen
      • April Fools on Labor & Delivery
    • ►  March (8)
    • ►  February (6)
    • ►  January (6)
  • ►  2007 (141)
    • ►  December (9)
    • ►  November (6)
    • ►  October (14)
    • ►  September (13)
    • ►  August (12)
    • ►  July (12)
    • ►  June (11)
    • ►  May (13)
    • ►  April (15)
    • ►  March (12)
    • ►  February (14)
    • ►  January (10)
  • ►  2006 (30)
    • ►  December (10)
    • ►  November (12)
    • ►  October (6)
    • ►  July (2)
Powered by Blogger.

About Me

Unknown
View my complete profile