Anger

I have anger issues. I always have. I still haven’t figured out why I can get ticked off so easily, why my buttons are so easy to push.

I used to like to blame it on being Irish but I know that isn’t it, I don’t think.   Can anger be built into your DNA? Am I holding on to the anger of my ancestors?

Sometimes I think I’m angry because I’m a woman. We have valid reasons to be angry, don’t you think?  I look at the few pictures I have of my mother when she was pregnant with me, she doesn’t look happy and her clothes suggest she is in mourning. Did I grab her anger and now I can’t let go.

Sometimes my anger just swells up and unleashed destroys friendships, lovers, family.  What a waste of energy.

 

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Buzzy Donahue

I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org.

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