The reverse Hulk.

The main thing I'm learning at therapy right now is how to be angry.

Turns out I suck at it. I've been doing it wrong for years. Like a reverse Hulk.

Hulk. You know who I mean, the big green guy. Incredible.

Well, I think I'm the opposite; so let's look at the facts.

He's a little dude, but when he blows his stack, man you'd better get out of the way. He
becomes big, and strong, and able to wreak havoc and destruction on all and sundry.
Awesome.

I'm a big dude, but I don't get angry. Or so I thought.

Turns out it's more of a 'can't' than a 'don't'. I'm emotionally stunted, and it's affected my whole
life. Early experiences with angry people meant I grew up getting it all wrong.
It's a tool, a foundation, a particular wavelength on the spectrum of emotion, not an unexploded
bomb, or a swamp or a terrifying predator lurking in the shallows of everyday life - a social
piranha, if you will.

So yeah, when I started to feel angry, I'd weaken and shrink, or hide, and while the havoc and
destruction were just as legendary, it all took place inside. Less collateral damage, more of a
bull in his own china shop, looking at the all the porcelain smithereens and wondering what went
wrong.

But I'm making progress! It's a direction I didn't know I needed to take but I want to be more
emotionally healthy, and I need a new toolkit, or utility belt... but that's a tortured metaphor from
a wholly different cinematic universe.

Long story short: I'm getting angry.

Y'all better still like me when I'm angry.

...

Please?