You know what’s Not on Roids, apparently? Therapy. Seriously, folks, have you seen those articles? “10 Ways to Stop Being Angry All The Time – Choosing Therapy!” Like, thanks for pointing out Im angry and then suggesting a solution that requires me to…talk about it. To strangers! Who are professionally paid to listen to my grievances about slow walkers and aggressively cheerful baristas.
Let’s be honest, the sheer audacity of this suggestion is enough to trigger anyone prone to occasional outbursts (which, let’s face it, is everyone). It implies that simmering rage is a choice. A controllable variable! As if I havent already tried deep breathing and counting to ten – while simultaneously fantasizing about leaving passive-aggressive notes on people’s cars.
And the cost! Oh, the delightful financial burden of unloading your existential frustration onto someone who then writes it down in a very neat notebook. Its presented as a self-care tool, but feels more like a punishment for being human and occasionally wanting to yell at squirrels.
Look, I appreciate the effort, articles. Really, I do. But sometimes, the best way to deal with anger isn’t by dissecting it under sterile fluorescent lights. Sometimes, its just… letting it out in a controlled (ish) environment involving comfortable shoes and maybe some chocolate. Just saying.
