Greetings!
Getting angry is something I try as much as possible to avoid because that mode makes my heart boil. When it happens, I tend to react in a way that the victim—or, let me say, the person close to me—will not like. I don't really get physically violent; in fact, I cannot remember the last time I resorted to violence out of anger. I have really mastered the art of avoiding physical violence.
The only thing that comes out of me whenever I am angry is speaking to the person in a manner that ensures my words sink into their brain. Sometimes, my words are intended to inflict pain on the person's mind, or at other times, they are a means of educating them about life because such a person may not know better. Although, I must admit, I sometimes express myself in a raised voice depending on the age of the person involved. Oh yes, it is very rare to see me shouting at an elderly person unless the situation is completely beyond me.
So, I have basically described how I react to anger and how I strive to avoid it. But this is life, and anger is bound to happen.
Apart from staying away from situations or relationships with people that could stir up my anger, I also practice the habit of ignoring provocative comments on the spot whenever they occur. How do I mean? For instance, I could be having a conversation with someone, and if I get offended along the way, most times, I would simply walk away and not take offense because reacting would likely escalate the situation.
Before picking up my phone to start typing this, I reflected back on my life to pinpoint the last time I got angry. Surprisingly, the most recent incident happened yesterday, which is quite shocking because I have not gotten angry for a long while until then.
Here is what happened:
Yesterday, I went to get some wood to use for constructing something in my workspace. At the wood center, there was a young lady, probably between the ages of 23 to 29 years. She happened to be the daughter of the owner of the wood center. After selecting the wood I wanted to buy, I asked for the account details so I could make a transfer. She pointed at the wall where the account details were pinned. I picked one account from the list and made the transfer. Afterward, I asked her to confirm the payment. She checked her POS terminal but could not see the transaction. The next thing she said, with a very squeezed and uninterested face, was, "Hope you didn’t transfer the money to the other account because if you did, that’s not my concern. I don’t have access to that account."
She said this while returning her focus to TikTok on her phone.
Jeez!
My anger surged with force. It had been dormant for so long, and it erupted. I scolded her as though I was her father. Though she looked mature and we were probably of the same age, I did not mind. I raised my voice because she did not tell me which account to transfer the money to; she simply pointed at the wall. Furthermore, her reaction was highly unprofessional for someone representing her dad.
No doubt, my voice was loud as I corrected her on how she should have handled the situation. And before I left, my words sank into her head, forcing her to say, "Sorry."
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Chai, the sales girl deserves more than an earful. What arrant nonsense..... mtchewww.
It is better to correct, thank God you did that.