Irrational Communication: Anger
June 3rd, 2009 - Uncategorized - 15 Comments »This is the first in a series of posts on Irrational Communication. I’ve noticed that there are many unconventional and illogical ways that I communicate certain emotions (some might even call them immature). I have a feeling, though, that I’m not alone in this. Here are some of the more ridiculous ways I’ve communicated anger in the past week:
Loud Paper Crumble
In an attempt to let Amy know my level of frustration, I actually picked up some trash from the passenger seat floor board, forcefully crumbled it up, and threw it back on the passenger seat floor board. No words were exchanged. None, in my mind, were needed.
Invisibility
Pretending the other person is invisible works great until you sit down to eat dinner together. I usually spend the first 15 minutes trying to figure out a way to get that out-of-reach salad dressing without acknowledging the invisible person. I could do the stand-and-grab, but that would be rude. I could eat my salad with no dressing, but that would be insane. I usually end up just pouring some sweet tea on it.
I Don’t Know
This, admittedly, is the most immature of all. As though you’re in 4th grade, answer every question, regardless of context, with “I don’t know.”
Neil: Hey, you know where my keys are?
Me: I don’t know.
Neil: Do you mind getting up so I can look under the couch?
Me: I don’t know.
Neil: You don’t know if you can get up?
Me: I don’t know.
Neil: Oh, I see where this is going. What is your name?
Me: I don’t know.
Neil: I’ll just walk home.
Unnecessary Gasps
If you really want to hammer home your point, pretend everyday tasks are painstakingly tough. Exaggerate the difficulty of opening the refrigerator door or tying your shoes with loud sighs and grumblings. Let the other person know how burdensome your life now is as a result of your earlier clash.
Cutting Side Glance
When the driver in front of me has the nerve to actually go the speed limit, a mild case of road rage sets in. I wait for the perfect opportunity to pass, and then, in that quarter-second that our windows line up, I give them a side glance that could make Jack Bauer cry. It’s such a shame when they’re not looking.
What about you? Let’s hear some of your techniques to broadcast your anger.
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