An emotion that totally overwhelmed me for half of today.
I hate it when I get angry, so I get even more angry.
And in the frustration and red mist, I can’t find a way to bring myself back in to the present moment.
I sprinted really fast around the park, but I couldn’t outrun it.
I ate through a bag of almonds angrily shoving them in my mouth, handful by handful, but it made no difference.
I shouted from my gut, frightening the boys … and probably the surrounding houses, but that didn’t help either.
I turned up the music really loud in the car and shouted along, trying to distract myself. But it just annoyed me even more.
It was only when I fell asleep in the cinema and woke up to watch an angry red bird, that I realized I was being daft.
It is a pointless emotion, unless you are trying to rescue your baby eggs from evil pigs in a stone tower in make believe land.