Growing older and older, I become angrier each day at the idiots I see in everyday life, if its not the woman that can't drive, its the fucking kid who wont move his baseball game off the fucking road while I'm driving, or the douche bag who wants to be a white rapper thinking he's tough shit. How do you deal with it?
Honestly? And not just a 4% bodyfat, 5'7", 277 lb. Getbigger's input? (Yeah, yeah, I'm a fucking dwarf. Harharhar, "Adonis" :roll:
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I am so much more relaxed and cool at 34 than I was at 24, it isn't even funny. People are quick to talk about hormones, but I'm currently on over a gram of shit total/wk., and it ain't bunk stuff made in some redneck's bathtub either.
I say it's more about getting comfortable in your own skin. Most teenagers are insecure as fuck. Most early twenty-somethings are similarly insecure. Take note the next time you're at the gym at a busy hour. The guys strutting around in sleeveless shirts, posing in the mirror and all that shit will generally be the young dudes. The older huge guys who might've last gone off cycle in 1985 will often be covered up and don't give a shit if the younger guys think they look big but fat, are all drugs, etc., etc.
In conjunction with that, it's all about learning to not take yourself so seriously. When I was 16, I was obsessed with being the biggest, strongest, smartest this and that. When someone smoked my SATs, I took it personally.
(That isn't all that hard, actually. My math was so pathetic that, in spite of the fact I scored 780 on the verbal, my nat'l below-avg. 410 saw my ass kicked six ways from Sunday.)
But before I hit the ubiquitous short-attention spanned Getbigger's "TL:DR," I'll just reiterate anger management goes back to YOU realizing that, while you're special and all that b.s., you aren't SO special that you're owed some righteous indignance against random people in traffic or an idiot wigger acting too big for his britches.
