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Socks, Gravity and Other Things That Make Me Angry

on April 24, 2015

The new Marvel’s Avengers movie, Age of Ultron, opens a week from today. As a big fan of superhero movies, I’m looking forward to it. The action! The adventure! The Chrises’ (Evans and Hemsworth) abs!

Hulk

Sometimes I just need to smash something. . . .

Still, it’s Bruce Banner/The Hulk I most relate to. When he said in the first Avengers movie, “I’m always angry,” I got it. No, I’m not always angry, but I think we all know what it’s like to feel that way and can sigh in gratitude that we don’t turn into large, smashing-stuff, green monsters when the anger takes over.

Well, not to a Hulk extent anyway.

For instance, last week I went into a mini-rage over socks. I had done laundry the night before and had a basket of socks that still needed to be matched. All I wanted was a pair of black ones. I didn’t care which pair. But all I could find were singles. I had four different socks clutched in one hand while I searched for a match with the other. It didn’t make sense. I knew they were there; I’d seen them. Socks might disappear in the dryer but not in the basket … right?

And the next thing I knew, I was flinging laundry in the air and throwing the basket across the room. That’s about the time I realized my reaction was what didn’t make sense. Take a deep breath, Sharyn. Let it go.

Of course, I knew I didn’t have to wear matching socks. But my OCD-ness rebelled against the idea. Besides, I knew the socks were there. The common sense telling me to calm down was at odds with my frustrated determination to not give up the quest.

Yes. The quest for socks.

That’s not all. As the title states, I sometimes feel anger because of gravity. Like when I push up my sleeves to wash my hands and they immediately fall back down and get wet anyway. Or when something spills or I drop something and it rolls away and disappears. (Seriously, how does that happen?)

As we all know, though, getting angry about such silly, can’t-do-anything-about-it stuff doesn’t help. At all. And, fortunately, I don’t have moments like this very often. In fact, I told a doctor about it in the early 2000s, and he prescribed Xanax. I think I took two or three over the next year or so and threw the rest away when I realized they’d expired.

Besides, I don’t want to medicate my feelings. Expressing anger can be almost as cathartic as a good cry. I’ve certainly needed to have moments where I let myself be angry about my singleness.

Just like I don’t think we should medicate emotions, unless necessary, I also don’t believe we should ignore them. For too long that’s exactly what I tried to do—push aside the negative emotions rather than face them head-on. It didn’t make me feel better. Instead, it made the ache more pronounced.

So, this is my conclusion: let it out in a safe, healthy way then, hopefully, you can move on.

I mean, if you’re going to smash something it might as well be a laundry basket of hosiery.

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What about you? How do you handle anger?

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3 responses to “Socks, Gravity and Other Things That Make Me Angry

  1. nosyjosie says:

    I used to scream and yell… and then I prayed for a spirit of peace…and read up on anger management lol

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