Let me preface this with the fact that I honestly don't get to the point that I call true ANGER that often. Most of my aggressions can be handled with simple sarcasm. I get that out, I feel better. However ... there are times when someone or something really gets to me. When this rarity happens ... It. Is. On.
My first instinct is to become a weakness-seeking missile. I have an uncanny ability to work the subject that will hurt you the most in to the conversation/argument. Have an insecurity? I will attack it. My anger grips your insecurity in its locking jaws and then proceeds to bite and shake it until it is just a quivering mass of pathetic gelatin on the dirty, dirty ground.
To put it lightly, I get mean.
Please don't mistake me, I absolutely do not like this part of my personality! I have learned over the years to really harness all of my self-control to keep the beast in check. Unfortunately, I kind of went too far to the opposite for a few years. This is also a bad idea. I developed ulcers. Now, I'm at a really good place where I can typically express myself somewhere in the middle. I'm very happy about this.
However ... Don't push me too far. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...
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