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There are moments that I regrettably have to admit when I lose my temper with someone. It's those shameful moments when I curse like a sailor, forget that I bruise like a peach and start slamming things. I'd like to think that I'm slow to anger, (by anger, I mean anger, not annoyance and fustration) but I can't honestly say that. Usually I snap when people are being absolutely ridiculous, even though I try my best to set my standard of ridiculous pretty high. Thank goodness for this jelly-like spine of mine that doesn't allow me to rampage infront of people's faces, but sometimes, things happen. The only time I ever spaz at somone is when I'm in the middle of an OMGI'MSTRESSINGSOMUCHI'MHYPERVENTILATING episode (Really, it's not you, it's me). I think I inherit it from my dad. He's the one of the few people I know who gets fired up from his daughter asking for a cookie. I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS FOR YOUR CLIENTS.
But if there's anything my dad has taught me about anger, it's that staying angry isn't worth it. If anything, you're just wasting your energy, because when you're mad, you're the only one that's suffering. In bitterness, the most pain is inflicted on the one being bitter. Staying angry is too stressful. It takes up more effort than I can spare.