Anger

I’m just starting to realize how much anger I have buried, as far back as more than 35 years, how intense some of it seems to be, and how deeply it has been buried.

Note that I said “has been.” It — both 35-year-old anger and the confidence, or whatever, to feel free to express anger over events of today — actually started coming out late last fall.

I know other people in the Today editorial office were surprised, maybe even stunned, when they heard me get in a 10-minute shouting match on the phone with Lancaster Superintendent Larry Lewis. (No doubt he was surprised, maybe even stunned, too, especially when I showed myself ready to escalate each time he tried to “push me down.”)

Anyway, that’s the first time in my life I’ve gotten angry at another adult like that. And no, to the best of my memory, that’s not hyperbole.

Now that I’ve found a counselor in Bryan, I will be working on this amongst various issues of my “past history.”