“One day the Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. "You have no right teaching others," he shouted. "You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake!". The Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man, "Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom does the gift belong?". The young man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, "It would belong to me, because I bought the gift.". The Buddha smiled and said, "That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself.”
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My Anger is Not an Affliction, My Anger is a Right
When you say you love me
even in my anger,
I do not take that as affection.
To say you love me in my anger
suggests my anger is not a part of me,
but rather something I slip into
when the occasion warrants
a change of mood.
Would you tell me you love me
in my softness?
No. Because you would take
that softness for granted.
You would expect me always
to be full of feathers.
You would expect me to say please.
But if I say fuck you,
if I say you bastard, if I scream,
if there is an avalanche in my throat
that just one comment from you
sends thundering down,
you must later kiss me
in spite of all that.
That is what you are saying to me.
Not “I love you in your anger,”
but, “I love you even when you
take that route, even when you
jump that cliff, when you run that
red light, when you test me.”
You are not saying, “I love you.”
You are saying, “do not challenge me,
I will take your anger and put it out
between my fingers like a lit match.”
You are saying, “I will indulge this,
I will let you have this moment,
I will allow you this madness,
I give you my permission to act out.”
You are saying, “don’t you dare
make a habit of this.”
Why you shouldn't tell me to calm down.
* you invalidate my feelings by trying to shut me up.
* I have a hard enough time expressing my emotions after repressing them for my entire life.
* I have a right to tell you why something you say hurts me.
* having feelings doesn’t mean I am hysterical.
* I deserve respect.
* I AM NOT FUCKING PMSING
* I am sick of people judging me and my opinion because of my gender and small stature.
* I will rip your fucking heart out and shove it down your throat.
There are all these independent women, trying to make money on their own, and they are setting these standards that I hate. Just because I don’t believe in ‘women dominance,’ I’m wrong? Why would anyone want to go to school for a minimum of four years and work for the rest of his/her life when he/she has an option not to. If a wealthy man proposed to me, I would not fight for an education or a job; I’ll be his wife, full-time duty. I don’t get these 21st Century females trying to prove a point that men and women are equal. Obviously we are all equal. Just because a woman does house work, she is no longer an equal? Every person has the potential to be anything he wants; a man or woman can be a home maker. I don’t see anything wrong with that, but just because I believe a woman should be the home maker, I’m sexist? If my future husband is not making enough money, I will get a job and help him, and that is what a family is about. Why are these feminists adding being so critical of those who don’t agree with them? They pull the sympathy card for women all the time, even though they fight against sympathy.
