Sunday, 3 March 2013

Anybody can become angry — that is easy...

but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way — that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.

Aristotle was AMAZING, don't you think? To realise that was written...let me check...something like two and a half thousand years ago...

Yep, today I'm angry.

by martin kratochwil
It's people.

I won't go into the humdrum every day anger about people in my life who are selfish and self-centred. I encounter that too much. Suffice to say, I'm glad I live in my world not theirs.

No, it's people who are SO LAZY and THOUGHTLESS in their use of figurative language. It makes me angry. I will complain. I HAVE complained.

This is what gets me all riled:

On BBC South East Today, a week or so ago, there was a report about potholes in Kent.

Kent - a privileged county in the South East, the garden of England, average house price £296,807 - I just checked.

What was the headline?

"Potholes could leave routes in the South East in a third world state."

Oh dearie me. My heart bleeds for the good people of Kent. Life is so unfair, isn't it? Our fancy wheel-rims might get an itsty-bit dented because there are a few potholes in the roads. I really think we should get Bob Geldof to organise a global concert...

PLEASE, stop comparing our paltry first world problems to the daily struggle for survival that millions of people endure in third world countries.