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ANGRY MEN: WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKE THEM SO ANGRY

angry men

Angry men all come from the same source of disillusionment:

“This isn’t what I expected and I’m pissed, y’all.”

No one respects you? Grrrr.

You don’t have a celebrity lifestyle? Feeling hot.

Someone told you you’re getting replaced? Grab a torch.

But where does this all start? Look at self-esteem.

You know you’re good enough. People like you. But it’s not enough, it’s never enough.

Decent men turn into angry men when they try for more and get shutdown.

More what? Prestige: more status, more envy, more love.

When none of that works out it’s more anger.

You deserve better because you worked hard and earned it. The sacrifices you make deserve rewards.

And you want some credit as the days go by.

You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

Why So Angry, Bro?

I used to ask my kids who the smart ones were in their class.

They didn’t know. I said they’d know when one of their classmates hire them later.

Their high school has a $60,000 scholarship each year for one graduating student.

Who gets it?

Qualifications:

  • Must be a THS graduate planning to attend an Oregon public post secondary institution
  • Accumulative GPA of 3.5 or higher
  • SAT Score: 1280+ or ACT Score: 27+
  • Class Rank: Top 25% of graduating class

Are the rest of the students angry that they didn’t get it when they didn’t apply, didn’t write the essay, didn’t study, didn’t get the score or the ranking.

That’s a lot to be angry about, but it’s misguided anger. The feeling grows more valid when someone tells them it’s rigged, fake, stolen, cheated.

As if downing 40’s and smoking weed down by the river instead of going to class is not rewarding enough.

Angry Boys Grow Up To Be Angry Men

You may ask yourself, how do I work this?
You may ask yourself, where is that large automobile?
You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful house
You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful wife

Angry Man is worried about being replaced and his ire grows out of control to the point of marching with a group of like-minded dimwits.

How dim? If a guy gets married and has kids, his replacements are already onboard. They’re not crossing a border, or coming out of the ‘hood, they’re under the same roof.

But blind anger fueled by false narratives from an experienced con-man in chief lights the hate fire.

As kids grow older, Angry Man gets more desperate. Mortality is pushing their buttons harder each passing minute and they’ve got things to do.

The more time it takes to live a good life, like caring for others, spending time with loved ones, being thoughtful to strangers, the harder it is to act out manufactured rage.

Now the kids have kids and they want Angry Man to participate in the miracle of life. But he doesn’t have the time.

Between storming the Capitol and protesting masks and covid vaccines, angry men are too busy. After a jolt of Fox News to renew their delusions they decide to move to a more compatible political environment, like Texas or Florida.

Their kids watch for them on news covering nut jobs yelling for the manager, denying masks, questioning vaccines.

The Anger Fire Burns Brightly

You may ask yourself, what is that beautiful house?
You may ask yourself, where does that highway lead to?
You may ask yourself, am I right, am I wrong?
You may say to yourself, my god, what have I done?

What happens next?

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Comments

  1. Scott Milburn says

    Good one, David.

    • Hey Scott,

      Thanks for coming in here. I’ve been thinking about anger issues after spending time with the grand baby. I was slightly conflicted about my future role as Granddad and came up short: I’m sixty-six, older than my dad at the end, and my kids don’t have real strong memories of him because they were so young.

      I got angry and depressed at the idea of being a faded memory. Very constructive, right, until I decided I had the blues, the sort of blues that occur when we realize the inevitability of life. So I started remembering the good stuff with the wife and kids and their wives and girlfriends and babies instead of the inevitable future absence.

      The phrase ‘Praise the light instead of cursing the darkness’ had some extra meaning. Then I cracked a beer with my younger kid, toasted the Old Man, and reviewed how lucky I’ve been to keep carrying on.

      How many men get caught in their own spiral of doubt about life and use the feeling to lash out? More than I’d guess.

      (PS: I hope you come back with more comments. Light a fire under JB to get in here too.)