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Get Mad, And Then Get Over It

People who let it pop whenever it feels like popping live a healthier and longer life than people who kept everything to themselves. There was one point in time whereby I would keep everything to myself…and yet, I refuse to cry. It was like pumping air into a balloon, frankly speaking. It did hazardous things to my health….physical and mental. But isn’t this what your parents or other well-meaning people always tell you? “Aiya, never mind lah. Forget it. Don’t need to make a mountain out of a molehill”. Whilst it is true that we should always mind our temper and control the situation, it’s untrue that we should say ‘never mind lah’. No, it’s not always a ‘never mind’ situation….sometimes we have to get mad. REALLY mad. But by saying getting mad, you have several options on how to get mad:-
  1. shoot the farker
  2. blind the farker
  3. cubit the farker
  4. sucker punch the farker
  5. fark the farker
  6. hide in the room and scream
  7. punch the door (idea from my cousin)
  8. cry and punch the pillow (my own idea)
  9. stomp your feet all around the house (my kids’ idea)
…or you could pick your battle properly. By getting mad, it’s not a matter of just screaming at the wrong-doer or having an argument. Allow yourself to get mad because it’s an emotion that is never meant to be held back. You have every right to be mad at something that you’re uncomfortable about so, let it out. Continuation from up there…here are more decent options.
  • talk to the person
  • think if it’s worth it to pick a fight with the fler. If it’s worth it, then have a fight but say, ‘Please don’t take this personally’
  • go into a hissy fit privately with a friend (things that girls do really well but men are not)
  • blog about it…bitch about it to the whole world (which I do all the time…hee hee hee…)
  • meditate
I am of the (very) personal opinion that things get worse if you keep anger inside of you. It needs an outlet so let it out once in a while and you’ll see that once the anger is out, there’s more space inside of you for happy things.
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