Some people literally lose verbal reasoning capability when they're mad. I ran into a number of those adults when I was a kid ... they would demand that the kid stop talking, and they would only react clearly to yes or no answers. I think I encounter these folks less often as an adult, simply because I don't live with anyone who presumes that I will agree with them all the time.
The most charitable case of course, is sitting down every angry person in the world, and lie to them, so that they will calm down, and then begin to discuss things with higher intelligence. Some days one feels like lying for charity, and some days one does not. After all the P&L impact of throwing so much energy at fixing other people really is predicated upon one already having maintained one's own happiness adequately, and in excess of basic requirements to function as an individual.
I guess you can have a neutral approach to other people in society, but if they bring their anger to your doorstep, and dump it there, you can only do so much to console them. Clearly, it's harder to provide a solution, if you're viewed as the aggressor. But that is the limit of comprehension available from folks in a state of trauma.
This is literally why I presume that no matter where I go in the world, there will be some asshat waiting to pull some random freakshow on me. Haha. So I every day of my life, I begin with the notion that that the base case is that it is the day I will die. And if I don't then, damnit, now I have to think about what to do tomorrow ... or risk further boredom.
I'm conditioned to keep my stakes really low.
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