Anger is exhausting

Someone thinks I’m angry with him. Truth is, I’m too exhausted and preoccupied by my midlife worries to be bothered.

I’m aging and it is difficult to be passionate about things that have no direct impact on me and those close to me.

Anger, that emotion I grew accustomed to in my teenage years is now something I turn to less and less. As I grow older, I realize that anger takes up a lot of energy. Also, as I grow older, I find myself getting lazier.

Which says a lot about the fact that I’m angry at demagogues like Trump. That is a productive use of anger I think. These a**hol*s are painting a dismal future for my child and that makes me furious. But whatever, you can choose to be angry at your neighbor or his cat and I probably wouldn’t care.

So dude, I’m not angry at you. Annoyed maybe. But angry is taking it a bit far. Don’t flatter yourself.

For me to be angry, I first have to care.

I don’t.