Anger

Yeah, yeah you live a blessed life. But even Jesus Christ himself at some point got pissed off and started flipping tables and chasing people with a whip.

It’s Thursday. Go. So what’s up with today? Why are you so pissed?  Well frankly, you just did a terrible job at the lab. Was it your fault? What the hell kind of question is that? You don’t say “that wasn’t my fault.” Because you are a fucking professional. Given a task you don’t know that much about you learned a lot about it and multiple times you just didn’t have what you needed to complete the task. Too much time passed for one reason or another (minimum five times you didn’t have the proper equipment, out a week, sick out a week from snowing, trimming hours until the company gets another gig to get or cash in the coffers)

were any of these things your fault? No. But fixing the problem was your responsibility, and every day that it wasn’t done, made you look more unprofessional. So you finally get the damn thing set up and you’re not even proud of the job you did because it looks so amateurish. And now one part isn’t right and you still need to go out and get something else.

Driving around the Delivery van, the tiedowns they gave you aren’t working and you don’t have time to deck around with learning how to get it set up. So you stop off and buy another one yourself and the fucking thing isn’t set up either.

One of your orders because the cake starts rolling around thanks to gravity being a dick. Will the damage come out of your paycheck? No, but frankly, it ought to. Because you have a responsibility to haul shit from one place to another safely properly and accounted for correctly.

Navigation with the new phone you had to get is all screwed up because the normal map that you’re used to using crashes the damn thing so you have to use a different one. It’s now a little running gag just how often you are not in the lane you need to be in and have to U-turn.

You wake up an hour earlier than you need to just to deal with traffic there is always worse than the maps say it is, and still, you barely make it with five minutes to spare. Always something getting in the way, problems with gas stations you have never experienced often now happening continuously.

But at least you’re fucking five minutes early no matter how early you leave the house. 2025 has literally been gremlin after gremlin pulling your shoelaces when you’re trying to concentrate.

You have had plenty of jobs where you drove all over and you have never had this many little things go wrong that annoy the shit out of you.

Eventually, everything is gonna culminate to a day like today. It’s not like you weren’t expecting another Thursday of waking up at 6 AM and expecting to be home at 9 PM well just doing the drive-through eating on the road for lunch. That’s normal. 

So what’s your deal? This shit is what you’re mad about? All the problems so many people in your life have that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy and you’re pissed off about these things?

Well, shit, yeah. And you’re not gonna apologize for it. Forget the fact that everything has compounded by horrific difficulties just trying to get to sleep. When it doesn’t matter what time you wake up, you can sleep just fine. And every single time it does, you’re happy if you get two hours.

You would still be pissed if you didn’t feel like you were doing a good job. Which is the hell of a lot better than getting beaten downby hypocritical bosses that make you just check out and not care anymore.

This feeling is like a splinter. It’s just wrong, and short fused people who apparently like feeling this way are fucked up in the head and you’re done pretending otherwise.

Definitely had to take it slow down I-95 after passing literally – freaking literally – 12 cops lurking in the trees on coincidentally the next last day of the month. Quotas are illegal, but they do them anyway because we the people never fucking punish them for it. 

Pass another sign, yellow with big red words . “Forgive me, Jesus save my soul”. God bless South Carolina. Literally rips into your anger, grabs a knob and dials it down a few notches.

Like seriously who the hell are you? Why the hell are you mad about X when other people have so many worse problems?

Well, because the meter is full. If you’re gonna have problems, have “good problems”. 

Another sign on a billboard. “we are only one breath away from eternity.”

Well, now you kind of feel a little disingenuous with this whole post. Yeah you’re still kind of pissed but it’s like the echo of it. Tired of being pissed off. Doesn’t usually take you long. If you’re alone, that is. But then again if you were around other people, your meter would probably be higher anyway.

Would it be like this if the things that you were pissed off about where a lot more heavy in consequence ?

No, because you would process them differently. Outside of insomnia bait, there’s a much lower gear for that stuff. That’s the stuff that’s internalized until it is slowly eaten up by time patience and prayer. 

Well, you know what could make everything better? Exit 98 and an amazing pastrami sandwich. At… a place that closed at six. Well, figures. But it’ll all be OK because you’ll stop off at the place you park the van at and enjoy some of that amazing cinnamon craft beer that they… oh. Ran out of. For the season, of course.

Bastard gremlins trying to grab your shoelaces. And just not giving up.

It’s okay. All of it’s okay. You’ll roll your eyes and get irritated. You’ll yell in the car and get it out of your system.

And then you’ll be you again, because there’s no way He’s gonna let you go too long without realizing how blessed you are.

We are all blessed. The very idea that this world is a crib, and that we get our wish at the end of it with regards to whether or not we want to spend eternity with God… that’s a blessing.

If everything you had was taken from you and you laid dying, starving in a gutter… you would be blessed beyond measure to have the Holy Spirit in your heart.

So get a grip on days like today. May the only anger you ever truly have to be righteous anger. And may you have the wisdom to realize that 90% of the time it’s not, and you need to just shut up and ask forgiveness. 😂

And thank God that being angry is something you get tired of pretty quickly. And praise Him that it isn’t just anger. It’s anything that isn’t happiness that becomes boring after a while.

That’ll be tested yet again in the future. Nothing you’re afraid of. Because this life will always be a crib. And the moment you make it home…. Saint Peter will say “Now step the left, son…”

And every single pet you’ve ever loved will come bearing at you; they’ll have been waiting for cats’ and dogs’ years welcome you Home. 😂

And that would only just be where the joy started. ☺️

And you made it home safe. Never be angry when you can be grateful. 🕊️