Anger's Monologue...Kinda

I am everywhere. And can be requested at any instant. I am like air, and just a little spark is needed to light me afire. If there is something akin to gasoline, a little something brewing under the surface; We are in for fireworks.A spectacular show. My partner slows me down at times though. He is such a bore. Always trying to subdue me, undermine me, bring some reasoning into the mix. “Why don’t you just take a few breaths and relax, think it through blah, blah, blah.Whispering some nonsense into their ears.  I am not the bad one you know. I am necessary. People need to know their place. Tread lightly, do not overstep. Just call on me and your business is handled.

Do you want to be belittled your entire life? No, I didn’t think so. Speak your mind. I mean, it’s different for everyone. Some people don’t need much  to have them calling for me. Others are like saints, I am there lurking, feeling surpressed, suffocated even and nada, nothing, you call me for nothing and send me away. Occurs more often than you would think. It’s my partner who is to blame for that. I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SAYING! PARTNER, PARTNER!?!?!? What blasphemy is this? He is more like a parasite, a rain on my parade. So infuriating.

“He’s lying, without me you would be running amok. Destiny knew what she was doing.”

“Does she?My punishment was over last year and I am still chained to you. And why are you inserting yourself in my monologue? Go somewhere else and be useless.”

“ You can leave if you want to. But you have been choosing to stay.”

“ You’re saying that I have a case of Stockholm syndrome? Don’t flatter yourself. I have tried many times to leave you stranded but you just stick to me like velcro.” 

“Velcro, how modern.”

“ Thank you, I agree that it's quite clever.” 

“I’m gonna leave for 5 minutes since this is a controlled environment.”

“I hate that word.”

“What control?”

“Leave.”

“See you in a few.”

Now where was I? The last time that I had fun was maybe 5000 years ago. I sent an entire town into a frenzy.

The high was amazing. Now I have to settle for meager bits of excitement here and there. It’s not enough to sustain me but it keeps me alive. I mean more than alive but still, the potential that I have. I could be great, I could be magnificent. Anyways, I have a plan. On the winter solstice, at exactly 9pm, marks the anniversary of my wildest night ever. I will visit the place. And whisper in their ears. My counterpart will have to be working double time then. Because I will be the stronger party. I have enlisted a friend, Gossip, to help me rile them up. Oh how fun it will be. She usually ignores my calls but around those cold days it tends to be slow for her. It’s the season of cheer, families come together blah blah. It’s not really high time for drama. You can never get her in the summer. Summer flings are all the rage. Pun intended. Get it?  because I am Anger. 

Anywho, she said that she will do me the favour as she is bored. So I’m staying put, biding my time, paying my dues. Tolerating Composure for a bit. 

“Anger, you do know that this is Anger Management that you are in right now? And I have to write this down. Any plan to throw the world into disarray is not going to be unreported. I am neutral until I am not.”

“But we’re friends, you can’t do this to me after everything that we have been through.” 

“ The reason that you are here is because last month you tried some strange something that did not go according to plan and  made you and Composure swap personalities. It caused mayhem. You both were delusional for a week.”

“Yes, as I said, we have been through a lot. You pulled me out of a dark place. It makes me shiver to think about that terrible time.”

“You need to learn, it’s not a bad place to be at all in your situation. I was listening to you. You are needed. I believe that humans need to experience anger. It’s not a great thing-”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Let me finish, I mean it’s not a comfortable feeling but it allows growth so much to come out of it, if you channel it.”

“ Yes, channel it!  I would love it if everyone would channel me. Channel me to freedom.”

I am tired of everyone monitoring me. Imagine Anger Management classes. That is atrocious. Ludicrous, laughable. How is it that I need to be subdued? Why must I be controlled? Deep deep down, if I am being honest, Composure will be missed. He was my companion through it all, whether we wanted to or not. But imagine if we wanted the same thing. Just imagine the greatness we could achieve. This room is the only place that could have us separately for a limited period of time. So when it is his  session I go for a massage. Not what you expected I know but it is one of the best things ever. After my campaign for freedom, massages are my second favourite pastime. It’s what keeps me coming here, other than hearing myself talk. And well the few minutes away from Composure. That’s a lot to keep me coming back actually. 

“Okay, time’s up. Composure, your turn.” 

“I am so hurt. Do you not miss me? Do you not think that I deserve better? I have so much to say. Why do you forsake me?” 

“You are so entertaining. Honestly I look forward to our meetings but that’s just between us.”

“Who’s your favourite between Composure and I?” 

“I cannot choose favourites.”

“It will be our secret.”

“ I don’t share my secrets with clients.”

“Okay fine, so the same time next week?”