I am a woman, an artist and a mom…so basically a bunch of moods covered in skin. I like my mood range, but one mood in particular has always confused me. Anger…What the heck is it? I have always been just plum afraid of anger, yours and mine. It makes people growl, yell, throw things, kill! Its wolfy and rabid, terrifying to the core. I prefer the moodier moods, the ennui and existential blahs that sit quietly staring at the wall, polite moods. I never got angry.  Well looking back I see that maybe I was angry, but I mistook that mood for hunger, I’d eat a truck of full of cocoa puffs, and that mood would go away. 

I was a mood judger. Judging moods like I know everything. Happy is good, Nice is good while Angry and Mad are bad bad bad!  Ridiculous! When you look at moods like music or colors to judge them like that is insane. To even want to live without one of them is like living without green.
 
I have just recently started exploring anger. And I have to say I find it awesome. I really do. I mean, I am not really comfortable with it, I am not an experienced anger user, in fact if you have ever seen me mad, I am like a wobbly little giraffe* with it…all awkward and shaky…I know some people…mostly “total bitches” who are really good at being angry, they know just what to do. They give you the hand to talk to. They say stuff like
 ” Oh no You Dit ant”  They make my heart race and I admire them. People who are not afraid to be angry are so interesting because, they have the self worth to say or scream ” Hey That is not good enough, I want more, I am worth More, If you don’t like it …There is the door.” …where as I am more comfortable with ” Hey, Hug me, No? ok , how bout I lay down and you walk all over me, that will be like me hugging your foot , aww you like me “

I have Mood skills in other areas though. Like should I be in a crafty mood or a loving mood or a speech writing mood..watch it the eff out cause I’m gonna shine that mood like a planetarium ball casting stars on your soul.

It is hard for me to be angry at anyone because all I see when I look at people is their pain. But sometimes (maybe because of their pain?) People are asses. I am notoriously nice to asses. Being nice without being all the other things too isn’t any bit
nicer then not being nice at all…being nice because you are afraid to be
mean..is really just fear. I realized in myself.

So that is why we should all be so overjoyed that I am exploring my anger and every note available.  I reject the idea that moods should be stable. I think they should be ever changing. Mixed up, played in every combination like mood jazz or emotional rock a billy. I mean, I don’t have to get all expert lever angry, but I can’t keep ignoring its existence.

I have drawn the conclusion that we should strive to have all of the known moods laid out like a xylophone to be banged upon by a baby monkey. Being moody is a glorious gift, it should be honored as an achievement. To hit every color, every note. Moody should be a compliment, revered as showing depth of character……Imbalance comes from lingering to long on the same note….not from hitting a so called bad one.

* Baby animals make the best analogies for emotion cause..well look at em.