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Ha!  I found my misplaced book Anger Management for Everyone.  It was between that book and Anger Management for Dummies when I was looking on Amazon for a book to buy.

In this book, it’s teaching me that I should give up “demandingness”.  Lo and behold, the portion describing demandingness describes me perfectly, damnit.  It means I expect (demand) the world to:   see the world as I see it, drive the way I drive, think the way I think, have the same morals I have, etc.  I LOVE demandingness.  It’s so RIGHT.  The part in the book that makes me laugh, however, is the exercises it gives me to try.  

For instance, if Buttboy lies to me -I’m supposed to say to myself:  Self, it sure would be better if Buttboy didn’t lie, and he used honesty.  However, there’s no guarantee that he’ll be truthful.  R I G H T.  That’ll happen.  Can you see me saying that to myself?  Ha.

Or, say if my boss wigs out on me – I’m supposed to say to myself:  Self, I sure would appreciate it if  my boss respected my abilities.  R I G H T.

How about if I get ticked off because some moldwarp I hang with is always late and is again late for our lunch date –  I’m supposed to say to myself:  Self, it sure would be more considerate of  her to be on time so as not to waste my time.  R I G H T.

I don’t think any of my friends can see me saying those things.

But I’m actually going to try this.  You watch.  See how my demandingness gets better.  Just don’t lie to me, wig out on me, or be late.  K?

Love, Little Miss HorMONA

SELF-THERAPY ANGER MANAGEMENT 101 – fail

I noticed her out of the corner of my eye while I was gathering my cell phone and keys to put in my purse right after I parked my car in a vast parking lot. I paid no attention to her, why would I need to?  She didn’t even know I was in my car since I had been in there cleaning up my mess before getting out when she was unloading her goods into her car next to mine.

I finally got out of my car whenI noticed she had just gotten into hers.  But as I took three steps further towards the store, I ran into her cart.  Her cart which she left up against the back of my car.  Resting against it.

Menopausally speaking, I wanted to shove it (mercilessly, into her car).  Anger Managmently speaking, I just stood there looking at it.  Then I looked at her.  She was looking at me, then quickly glanced down into her purse or whatever was needing her attention.  I thought of the things my Anger Management book suggested.  Then I thought of what I really wanted to do.  I settled on a compromise (hey, one step at a time).

I took the cart, and slowly, o-h   s-o   s-l-o-w-l-y,  walked it between our two cars, the whole time bending down to look at her and to make voodoo eyes contact.  She was busy affixing her Bluetooth.  I steadfastly refused to stop looking at her.  I moved the cart to a nice spot where it wasn’t touching anyone’s car.  I really wanted to have it sit against the front of her car, similar to how she left it sitting against the rear of my car.  I waited, and waited, gripping the cart, until she finally looked at me.  All I did, thank you very much, was give her the Kramer crook eye.

According to my book, that is still a failure to manage my anger properly.  No head shaking, crook eyes, finger shaking, tongue sticking out allowed.  I think I behaved incredibly well.

Love,

Little Miss HorMONA.

Look what Viper Tongue gave me today – perfect timing!