The Thief

It began in middle school. The early 60s.  Maybe even earlier. The date doesn't matter as much as the anger.  Lots of it.  From the best I can recall, it started with abandonment.  And ego. 

It isn't fair, it isn't right became my mantra. A competition between two forces but whichever rationale is used, it doesn't matter.

Tony Robbins says each anger episode takes the body four hours to reset the immune system.  I should be unhealthier.  Maybe I am.

This, together with abundant joy could seem manic.  It is not.  It is lots of passion on both sides.  Mad.  Joy.  The latter feels like home.  The former is a thief.  It steals my piece of mine.

I like to live apart from people.  It has gotten more so as the years pass.  Since the 1990s.  People more than annoy me.  Mostly.  The total lack of consideration for others, even in the mountains.  That they don't speak out for causes, for the environment, for children, for one another.  That they are sheep.  Pawns.

Isn't that reason enough for anger?  Tell me one social movement that was achieved without it? Just one.