I've been thinking these last few months about how angry I haven't been. Sure, I get annoyed, irritated, and aggravated--however, I haven't experienced true anger since December, or something.
I feel like my temper is ticking down. I can feel the sadness, and hate, and hurt, and misery bubbling beneath the surface. It's palpable. And it's frightening. What happens when it erupts? What happens when I can't check my thorny temper and it slips away form me out into the open?
One thing tha keeps my temper at bay is fear. I do feel emotions differently these days--I'm afraid that my anger will overwhelm me and manifest in a way that I can't anticipate or control.
The other is fear of others and their perception. I'm not allowed to be angry or loud or emotional because I become a stereotype. A caricature, nearly. And I know how people react to stereotypes and caricatures. Folks will be so quick to point fingers in psuedo-vindication or else recoil in actualised fear.
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It just doesn't feel safe to be angry. Not around non-Black folks, who comprise the majority of my friend circle. And that's depressing.
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I need to fix up my bike so I can get away....