Temper

I am not a believer of what goes around, what comes around. But I do know when I have crossed the line. Today my grandma decided to wash my clothes without my approval, after endlessly being told not to touch my clothes. In consequence, I believe I have chewed the air out of her as I steamed off at full velocity the instant I found out. Perhaps for her age and mind-set, it was too much for her to take. My five minutes of lecture/vent has resulted to three hours of her rumble. From a resources’ perspective, it costed my parents two hours in their attempt to sort her out – time that otherwise could have been better spent. As for my grandma, I had no idea that it would cost this much time which could have been better lived.

Would I have held myself back if I knew? Sometimes one just needs to know there are rights in the world. Is it so wrong if I wish to exercise my right to be angry, once in a while? Plus, what justice in social evolution would it be if all responses are non-offensive yet perfectly structured in a robotic format?  

Though often when I do push the limits too far, there is a fear that something horrible will happen to me. So I know what I own to the world, because it is unfair. She did not intend to make me mad, but simply wanting to feel useful. I fully understand why she is upset; I would be just as upset if my manager spoke to me like that. I think every time that guilt kicks in, it is a sign that I have gone too far.

It is not a case where I should look for a balance. Sometimes it can only be one or the other.