The Guy only buys about two pairs of shoes every three years. It's a lengthy process, usually because he wants another pair "just like" the ones he just wore out, whether it's the dress shoes, nice casuals, Timberlands, or boots. He spends more time and energy (his and mine) on this rare acquisition that I spend on all of my numerous annual shoe purchases combined.
Saturday was the day. Somewhere along the way, I began to fade and requested lunch from Wentzels.
"Wentzels?" he said.
"If you don't mind," I said politely.
"What if I do?" He was teasing.
"Then I guess I won't eat at Wentzels," I said. "And I'll pout."
He started to laugh and pronounced that I don't pout; I rage.
This started me thinking how there is all kinds of mad.
The Pouter pouts, pure and not so simple. Lip out, hurt look, silent treatment. Will never come right out and say what's wrong. Never mistake seething for pouting. Seething often leads to raging.
The Rager. That's me. You never have to guess what I'm mad about. I yell. I slam. I say all manner of fair and unfair things. The good part is, it passes pretty quickly and when I'm over it, I'm over it. I'll even apologize, though I am careful to point out what I am sorry for (the unfair things I yelled) and what I am not (the fair things I yelled). It took me a while to learn that just because I get over it quickly, the object of my ire isn't always on the same time schedule.That's inconvenient.
The Flouncer gets very busy—washing bathtubs, sorting magazines, vacuuming floors, all at warp speed and all the while silently enumerating the injustices that are continuing to pile up by the minute.
The Wallower never lets anything go. I mean never. He/she's been mad for years about the same stuff, but the list continues to grow. When asked what's wrong, the answer is always, "Nothing." Wallower also tends to think there is hidden meaning in everything.
Poor Pitiful Me thinks he/she has no right to be angry and tries to deny it—so it grows and grows until there is an explosion unlike a scholar of Armageddon has even imagined.
What's your anger style? Which one annoys you most?