Anger and Approaches To Being Happier

People often make me furious. So much so that I think about killing them in my mind. Shocking, I know. So I am trying to learn kinder behaviors.  To do this, I start try and think about the person who is making me mad. I think about who they are, their family, and what their life is like. This makes me feel less angry. Because I learn so much about the person. Like yesterday, a girl was very rude and shoved into me while walking down the street. I was going to start thinking about all the painful ways she could go, but then I started thinking about her, and trying to learn about her. And that made me feel even better, because I learned that she is busy, addicted to her phone, and a car will probably kill her while crossing the street soon enough. And that made me feel great.

Favorite Food

When someone asks me what my favorite food is, I enjoy getting really specific.

“6:44pm, March 8^th, 2012. North San Diego, it was about 78 degrees, a slight wind from the southwest. The waitress was lovely, a student at the local community college, studying to become a physicians assistant. She was half Dominican as I recall, and her conversation was a delight to our party. The burger arrived 16 minutes after ordering it. It was approximately .613 lbs., it rested on a bed of natural cut pepper fries, not too large as to outplay the sandwich it was meant to honor. Also present was a crimson curry ketchup and a honey lemon aioli, garnished with cilantro. Pickles were crisp, as were the lettuce and tomato, which were plentiful, but not so much as to outplay the grilled onions, which rested on the other side of the patty. The pesto aioli was spread evenly across the underside of the only slightly bun. The bun had 19 sesame seeds, which I felt playful, being an odd number. And lastly the patty. It was cooked medium well; as to reassure the bacon bits mixed in the ground beef were grilled to an adequate chewy state. Well season, with a hint of oregano as I recall. Playful but subtle. The swiss cheese was melted into the patty only so far as to conjoin the two. It retained its integrity and the majority of its fatty flavor, and had not sweated as to keep the vegetables resting upon it greasy and unappetizing. The bamboo toothpick was removed and the burger, fries and raspberry lemonade were consumed in 31 minutes, along with pleasant conversation, and the occasional silence to indicate satisfaction and digestion. That night will continue to be well remembered”

On the plus side no one in my building talks to me anymore.