You have been driving for a while. You have gotten to the point of taking the car for granted. It is an amazing piece of engineering, that is so common, you forget sometimes that it takes a lot to go forward.
You have fine tuned your engine to run at maximum output with the best possible efficiency.
Everything about your vehicle is in tip top condition, except you forgot the tires.
So there you sit, in a mud puddle, or grass, or slick asphalt, spinning your wheels. You have a machine that can race against any car out there, but you are stuck at the starting line.
When you slam your foot down on the pedal, you get no where. You need to take a deep breath. You need to take it slow. Give your incredible machine some time to build momentum.
Eventually, you will get up to speed and being a force to reckon with.
You get angry. You cannot help that. There are thing in life that flip a switch inside your head and you just go nuts.
You cannot let frustration win. That is a silly concept. An inanimate, imaginary emotion defeating you and all that you are in a flash of raging blindness. You become the Hulk. (The angry stupid green Hulk, not the intelligent scientific Gray Hulk.) But you cannot help it. It is something that happens and afterwards you are left thinking, “Damn, what an asshole.”
For a brief period of time, you let some beast in the back of your head control you. You are better than that, and you know it.
Now you have to replace the mouse, the keyboard, and probably the desktop. Next time, you should take a deep breath and stay in control.
