I’m always tickled when I hear the expression “hopping mad.” Of course, it has absolutely no clinical application. And one must never ask a person who is hopping mad if he’s hopping mad.
To borrow from the lexicon of Thomas Merton, old emotion sleeps in our paper flesh like dynamite. Inevitably, when the circumstances are precisely right, it blows up. And someone says, “That wasn’t me.”
Some things we can just drop. Like regret. Resentment. Or fear of anything.
Anger in all of its manifestations is ignited in the moment a mental judgment is rendered. Judgmentalism is anger’s sole source. There is no other.
“Judge not.” Jesus said it. Marley sang it. Machine Gun Kelly struggles with it.
You can be straight. You can tell a man that anger is a sickness, and that for as long as he is angry, he is sick, and that sickness is an inside job.