Confessions of an AAP (anti anger person)

Yes AAP thats a new word I just invented because I wanted to lure more readers to my blog and make them read what I'm about to write! So now that you have already started why don't you just read till the end...

Anger does surprising things to people.Some people vent out their frustration and anger by shouting,screaming or throwing things which come in their way.While some stomp away to their room and bang the door shut.Yes we all may be aware of the absolutely satisfying feeling one gets after nearly breaking the door off its hinges.Some people ,like me, endure the anger outburst with silence,usually moving away from the place or thing which has instigated us.

What I would like to share with the readers today is a typical Saturday at my house and how each of my family members react when they get angry..(which by the way is happening all the time).Lets start off with my siblings.I have been blessed (ironically) with two younger sisters and to my great pleasure the first thing they do in the morning is fight with each other and with my mother.Now that's a skill we all should be learning from them because usually one can only fight with one person at a time.However the norms of life don't usually apply to these two young ladies.

Now any normal child who gets up after a good nights sleep would straight away wash and get dressed.However normal is not a word to be associated with them because the first thing that they do is get out of bed and switch on the telly.Yes yes that big huge rectangular(or square) box that we all have in our living rooms!!Then they fight begins over which channel they should watch while my mother is constantly scolding and persuading by turns,in the background,for them to wash and have their breakfast.

What an absolutely refreshing start to a new day! Here kicks in the anger(or it already has).First my youngest sis bangs the remote control on the floor or table,whatever is close to her and stomps away to a corner of the room.Then my other sis glares at her for a few seconds and then turns back to watching the TV.Now my mother steps in and drags one of them by the hand to the washroom,pushes her in and bangs the door shut.By this time my sister(the one inside the toilet) is usually screaming her vocal cords out and the neighbours might be hearing her two or three blocks away.

If my highly esteemed father is at home, he is throwing things out of his way,screaming at my other sister and glaring at my mother all at the same time.Not only that but from his mouth is falling a tirade of assaults aimed at all three of us sisters claiming things I might not be able to quote over here.But you get the idea don't you?
The only thing left is smoke coming out of his ears and nostrils which I have yet to witness.

All of you must be wondering where I am during this commotion and confusion.Well, like the noble warrior of olden times who endured his punishment silently, I'm usually cooped up in my room trying to drown out the voices with the latest Linkin Park song!

Cheers!