Anger

Let’s chat about something.

Anger.

I have it. I have it boiling inside me most days. Just a constant, rolling, rage about the state of our society and things that happen in the world. I have it about being told I shouldn’t have it. I have it about more things that I could possibly fit into this blog post.

(I don’t have it about a lot of things in my personal life. It seems I have trouble transferring this emotion from macro to micro levels. Thanks, therapy.)

But back to the point.

I’m not sorry about my anger. I don’t care if it turns people off or is not relatable. People are turned off by it because they are scared of it. They are scared of tapping into their own anger and realizing the incredible amount of power it holds.

Audre Lorde wrote about this very thing, and my favorite quote about it is that “anger is loaded with information and energy.” But really, if you haven’t read her “The Uses of Anger,” go do so immediately.

Anger is what keeps me getting out of bed each day. Because let’s be real, there’s not a lot else out there to hold on to. I could choose to be dejected and saddened, but that’s an emotion that drains energy rather than giving it. I could choose to ignore all the shit that is fucked up and be happy, but that’s not a whole existence. So I have anger. Lots of it.

So no, I won’t apologize for it, and for people who are turned off by it, I don’t apologize. It’s their problem, and the day they realize the power of their own anger, they will be throwing tissue boxes right along side me.