Alright, alright, listen up, you young’uns. You mad at your boyfriend, huh? Happens to the best of us, even this old woman seen a thing or two in her day. Don’t you go frettin’ now, we gonna figure this out together, like we’re gossiping over the fence, y’know?
First off, bein’ mad is normal. Don’t let nobody tell you otherwise. It’s like when the rooster crows too early, gets on your nerves, right? Same with these men sometimes. But, and this is a big but, like my backside after too much pie, you gotta handle it right, or things gonna get messy.
So, you feelin’ that anger bubblin’ up like a pot of stew on a hot stove? Don’t you go blowin’ your top like that there stew. That ain’t gonna help nobody. First thing you gotta do, is take a step back. Yeah, just like when you see a snake in the garden, you don’t go stompin’ on it right away, you see? You pause, you think.
- Maybe you go chop some wood, that always helps me. Gets the anger out, all that swingin’ and thwackin’. Think of that wood as his dumb face… just kidding… mostly.
- Or maybe you just sit yourself down and have a good cry. Let them tears flow like the river after a big rain. It’s like washin’ away all that bad feelin’.
- You got a good friend? Go on over, have some tea, and spill your guts. Sometimes just talkin’ it out makes it all seem a little less…explodey.
- And if you’re the writin’ type, scribble it all down in a notebook. Doesn’t have to be fancy, just get them feelin’s out of your head and onto paper. Nobody gotta read it but you.
Now, why you mad at him anyway? This is important. Did he leave his dirty socks on the floor again? Did he forget your birthday? Did he look sideways at that floozy down at the market? Figurin’ out the “why” is key, like findin’ the right key to unlock the shed.
Sometimes it’s just plain old bad communication, you know? Like he’s talkin’ in riddles and you’re speakin’ plain English. Or maybe he ain’t listenin’ at all. Men, they got ears, but sometimes I swear they ain’t attached to nothin’ upstairs. You gotta tell him straight, “Look here, mister, this ain’t workin’ for me.” No beatin’ around the bush, like a dog sniffin’ for a good spot to pee.
And listen, anger itself ain’t bad. It’s like a fire. It can keep you warm, or it can burn the whole house down. It’s all about how you use it. You gotta learn to express it right. Yellin’ and screamin’ ain’t the way, trust me on that. That just makes things worse, like throwin’ kerosene on that fire.
Try this: think before you speak. I know, I know, it’s hard when you’re seein’ red. But count to ten, take a deep breath, whatever you gotta do. Words are like eggs, once they’re cracked, you can’t uncrack ‘em. You don’t wanna say somethin’ you gonna regret later, like that time I told old man Johnson his prize-winning pumpkin looked like a wart. Oops.
Instead of ventin’ like a busted tire, try relaxin’. Yeah, I said relaxin’. I know it sounds crazy when you’re madder than a wet hen, but it works. Maybe take a bath, listen to some music, go for a walk in the woods. Whatever calms you down. Think of it like this, you gotta let the steam out of that pot slowly, or it’ll blow the lid right off.
Managing your anger, that’s what it’s all about. It ain’t about pretending you ain’t mad, it’s about dealin’ with it so you don’t go blowin’ up your life like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. If you don’t, well, you gonna end up sayin’ things you don’t mean, screamin’ at your kids, makin’ a fool of yourself at work. Trust me, I seen it happen.
So, next time you’re feelin’ that anger risin’ up, remember what this old woman told you. Take a step back, figure out why you’re mad, express it right, and learn to manage it. It ain’t always easy, but it’s worth it. A calm heart is a happy heart, or something like that. Now go on, go make yourself some chamomile tea and think it over. And maybe hide his dirty socks, just for a little payback. Just kidding… mostly.
And remember, focus on the positive, think about the good things about him and better times. Don’t dwell on the bad stuff. Life’s too short to be mad all the time.
