Anger

A young man got angry at an older man. I, though not knowing either one of them, felt angry at the younger man for getting angry. I thought he had no right to get angry and it angers me when someone is unnecessarily angry. I wanted to respond angrily to the angry young man, and I kept getting angrier as I imagined the angry words I would say to him, and I got angrier as I thought of his angry responses to me because surely he would get angrier at my words of anger too. The day went on, and we each went our separate ways. I don’t know if the other two still feel angry, reliving the conversation they had, but I know I’m still angry, imagining the conversation I never had.

[Rewrote this older story, and posted it again on Instagram, where you can go like it.]