Consensus on these boards seems to be that anger is a negative emotion and acting on it will only harm one in the long run.
I'm recovering from a pretty humiliating and devastating break-up (for me, not her obviously), and I find that the only thing that gets me out of bed and moving forward is focused anger. And I do mean blind rage.
I see it this way: right now I can try to tell myself "Hey man, **** happens, dust off and move on". But my heart and soul, if you'll excuse my pussiness, are not agreeing with my logical mind.
So essentially I'm running on fumes and the only thing that keeps me puttering along is this inconsolable rage that I've tapped into. I know it isn't exactly healthy, but it allows me to feel more like a man, certainly more than if I was dwelling in guilt, sorrow, or jealousy.
At work, I've been taking on more tasks and increasing my efficiency, not out of any sense of duty, but just from being pissed off and channeling that aggression.
At home, I'm working out, not because I care about my body so much as I just want to feel like I can beat the fvck out of someone.
I feel like an action movie character that lives for vengeance.
And by god, it's helping me, ever so slightly. I can feel myself turning into this emotionally dead machine.
So am I wrong? Can anyone relate?
I'm recovering from a pretty humiliating and devastating break-up (for me, not her obviously), and I find that the only thing that gets me out of bed and moving forward is focused anger. And I do mean blind rage.
I see it this way: right now I can try to tell myself "Hey man, **** happens, dust off and move on". But my heart and soul, if you'll excuse my pussiness, are not agreeing with my logical mind.
So essentially I'm running on fumes and the only thing that keeps me puttering along is this inconsolable rage that I've tapped into. I know it isn't exactly healthy, but it allows me to feel more like a man, certainly more than if I was dwelling in guilt, sorrow, or jealousy.
At work, I've been taking on more tasks and increasing my efficiency, not out of any sense of duty, but just from being pissed off and channeling that aggression.
At home, I'm working out, not because I care about my body so much as I just want to feel like I can beat the fvck out of someone.
I feel like an action movie character that lives for vengeance.
And by god, it's helping me, ever so slightly. I can feel myself turning into this emotionally dead machine.
So am I wrong? Can anyone relate?