Controlling the Rage & Finding Peace

10th of May 2022

We live in a fast-paced society. We're in a rush on the road, in the store, at work, and in relationships. Going too fast causes crashes. We should have learned that fact a long time ago. We continue to forget that fact. Divorce rates are through the roof. Nobody wants to get married anymore (myself included). Deadly crashes, rural roads, highways, interstates, and city roads, are up every year. They can be prevented if we don't drive like assholes (again, myself included). When I catch myself driving like an asshole, I pull into a parking lot and look for the inner peace that I need to not land in the hospital be it by heart problems or a crash. People get to me more than I should let them. I've been told by many to just walk away. Well, I'll explain why that's not such a good idea.

I've walked away from so many conflicts that I got used to it. Instead of dealing with the problem head-on, I would walk away. Everyone would forget about it, so the problem would repeat itself, and this is where the repeat cycle goes. Problem happens. I get upset. Walk away. New day. Problem happens again. However, when I started to confront the problem, I realized that a lot of people don't want to admit their mistakes. I learned that admitting your mistakes helps you learn and move on. We all make mistakes. That will never change.

At work, for example, I'm in new employee hell. One department used to be loaded with experience. Now, they're the least experienced people in the building. These are jobs that require lots of skill and lots of communication. Some are jobs I used to do until they were moved under said department. Some are jobs I only have knowledge by watching, and we know that watching doesn't make one competent to do the job. It takes experience. These newbies don't want to admit their mistakes, and it gets frustrating. There are few good apples in this bunch. One person called him/herself an expert. Sorry, but you're far from an expert, and last night should have shown you that. Many of them don't show any interest in being there. I realize that's with every job though. I have no interest in being in Iowa anymore. I'm working on getting to California, but I know I still need to do my part here.

In the store, I know what I want. I don't want to spend any more time there than I need. However, there's those conscientious shoppers that have to read everything on the box. That's fine, but I've already done that on the website of the product. I do my research. When I say "excuse me", I get either attitude or "oh, I'll just be a second." I'll be a quicker second. Move. There's also the ones that walk slow enough for zombies to pass them. They're always right in the middle of the aisle, too.

So when I get home from all these, I have to find a way to come down from this. These are all not that big of problems compared to the rest of the world. However, another person's hell should not be my peace. It shouldn't be anyone's peace. There needs to be more compassion in this world, but I find it hard to do. I try to remember that everyone is going through something different from me. If they're going through the same situation as me, they're going through it differently. I can only control my actions. That's who I need to be in control of: nobody else. Hint hint, pro-life people.