Yeah, whatever

Good lord I got pissed off yesterday. At a couple of people in particular, and at myself for being pissed, and several little things that probably shouldn't have pissed me off but did anyway. I'm not all happiness and sunshine, I've got a temper like you would not believe. There's no telling what will open the door to Mr. Temper's room either. Once he's out, he's hard to put back in where he belongs. That's my fault when he gets out. I know enough to let most things slide off so I'm not going sky high over every little thing. Things just kept rattling Mr Temper's cage yesterday until they shook the lock off. Inconsiderate people started it at 5 AM. I go to sit and listen while my buds have a cuppa Joe and shoot the breeze. It's a nice change and I'm not so self conscious about my inability to be well understood. While walking across the parking lot, some douche nozzle comes screaming in, lays on his horn and gives me the finger. I stop right where I am in front of him and stare. I can't tell him what a complete and utter asshole he is, and if he'd like to step out of his POS Jeep Wrangler we could discuss etiquette up close and personal. For starters he'd not understand me, and the other thing is I don't have the upper body mobility to drag his horse's ass out of the Jeep for a talk. So I rely on irritation. It worked I believe. I get in and sit down. Three people in line, some ass is taking coffee orders over the phone, and holding the line up. Because his and his buddy's coffee are more important than stepping out of line until they sort out what they want.
 On Facebook we had a little discussion about my religious beliefs. Really, it's no one's business but me and my maker what I believe, and I don't like to discuss it in public. I offered to talk to anyone that wanted to know in a Private Message. That discussion got a little rowdy and there really was no need for that. Granted, I opened it up for questions about anything with the caveat I could say "None of your damn business". Which I used, one time, and then offered a private discussion. It wasn't a mean discussion, just unnecessary. I don't give a rat's shiny ass what a person believes or how they go about showing it. That's their personal choice and I respect that, I'll DEFEND that, so why argue it? Got me.
 I've kept Mr Temper tied down for a while now. And maybe it's time it got turned loose for just a bit. I got some things off my chest that had been there for a long time. And while I was chapped at myself for the way I did it, I feel better for having said what I did. Was it kind? Oh God no it wasn't. It did need said though after 4 years of pussy footing around with it, it was time. I'm not trying to make an excuse for anything because it's my behavior. I see and hear enough excuse making to run me the rest of my life, plus some. It seems like it's always someone else to blame for things that are going on in a person's life. I can honestly say, the reason I never made field foreman was because of my mouth. No one's fault but my own. I had a foreman that just honestly didn't like me, he told people he didn't, but he was an ass. I told him so, knowing full well that even if a promotion rolled along I was going to get looked over just so he could keep me under his thumb. I never laid blame to him for that, it was my own doing.
  So, Mr Temper got to spend some time out playing yesterday. What was the total gain in that? No a damn thing. Zero. Zip. Nada.  It wasn't a good solid reason to be angry, not like seeing someone abuse my or someone else's kid, or touch me in a threatening manner, or try to harm my wife or friends. Nope, none of that, it was silly shit that should have been let go and blown off. I try to pride myself in not dwelling on stuff, or letting it build up into blown over the top proportions. I missed doing that yesterday. If anyone is looking for an apology, that isn't happening either, but it was silly for me to twist off like that. It's a short coming on my part. Mr Temper is the reason I never liked to fight. I didn't know when to stop. Mr Temper has cost me a couple of friends down the line. My loss, for foolish behavior. My lovely wife Liz is about the only person that can scare Mr Temper back into his box, bless her heart. She's tougher than I am. She hates Mr Temper more than I do. Mr Temper is an ass, he helps me do stupid shit.
 On the other hand, Mr Temper helps me deal with some of the stuff  I'm going through right now. He's mad as hell at Baxter, so he fights Baxter for me. He won't let Hospice tell me what's best for me, when they've done nothing but read files....maybe. He's with me when the Dr's act a bit indignant that I won't do a Clinical Trial. He asks them "Would you?", but gets no answer, other than a walk around the bushes. He does give me an edge at times, when I let just parts of him come slinking out when I need that boost.

 So, today's lesson? Damned if I know. I would guess it's not to let the little things drive you to losing your temper. If it's going to be lost, do it for the right reasons, not over little stuff. Does this let the person I was most angry at off the hook? No it does not. I just should have been more diplomatic. Short coming on my part. One should try and temper honesty with compassion. It's good to be honest with yourself and everyone else, but there should be a bit of compassion in there as well. You draw more flies with honey, as the old saying goes. To add to the rest of that timeless saw: Use vinegar and generally all you attract are the douche bags