I used to be an angry child. I have a very hot temper. I would flinch at the littlest form of threat, even if it's only about a cereal. I would burst into a tantrum when provoked.
But then, as I got into the upper high school years, I've learned to control my emotions. Slowly, I became a very patient person. And during my varsity years, I was as cool as Paul McCartney's cats. I did lose it once though. Punched a friend in the gut and a subsequent second punch on back of his ribs. He cried and I felt relieved.
Among my friends, the sight of me being angry is as rare as axolotls.
However, I have noticed lately how my temper is being risen slowly. Factors such as work, driving with Malaysians, deaf waiters and boxers, I reckon are slowly sucking me into being my old self.
I need to lay off may anger. Ditch the hatred.
I need some ice cream.