Anger and Love

Here is an excerpt from a book of writings I have labeled as "Stoned Meanderings"


Anger. Now there is an emotion I have experienced all too often lately. What causes a human to react to something angrily, undoubtedly also causing a loss of composure. We must simplify it first, then expand.

It must be a very strong emotion because in most cases love cannot compel one as strongly as anger. The two are obviously opposites in outcome of expression, yet, alike in regards to how easily identifiable they are (how easily one can relate) somewhat intertwined by their abilities to affect other people in a heavily emotional manner. In other words, one can tell when a person is angry/loving and will treat them with the appropriate reaction (or affection).

The two, separately, can be simplified and assimilated to the definition "A feeling dependent on another individual," whom of which is the designated victim for the emotion. Without another, the emotion is in every essence futile. It loses most or all of its validity, as compelling as it may seem a reality, and manifests as a desperate plea for purpose, and in some cases also sanity. The result? Pure vanity.

I have said before that one who is angry loses their composure to the emotion. It is the same with love, and that in both cases it is also true that one loses perspective while focusing on only one narrow point of view. It may require some thought to comprehend this. Neither will reconcile so easily.

Love and Anger. The two are very different, too. Such significance this chasm has relayed...

What are their mechanics? I wonder if they are possibly constructs of the same innate feeling. I know it must include at least one other person, to truly feel the emotion. It may be that only another human can invoke such elicit feeling, but what of their mechanics? The more I think, I have found a sort of stepping stone. TO WHOM can the blame be issued? Irrelevant. All that must be assumed is that it is felt from one to another; does not have to be mutual. Still, how much of our own selves can we trust to be wholly innocent?

I always thought love was reciprocated... for, it not to be, is merely obsession. Expressed love, but not reciprocated, is tragic. So love must be explicit, er... of extroverted nature. It is sort of an affirmation that your life has worth. If another person sees it does, then it must be true, right?

Well, anger is another case. It does not matter where it stems from, anger is an overt emotion. You may often see someone in an angry state. Notice how obvious it appears that you would rather not approach them unless it became a life or death situation, unless you were personally involved with said context of the anger.

Where love is praised by couples, by singles too, anger is admonished. The more connected you are with the emotion or idea of love towards an individual, the higher the level of happiness. Whereas the more prevalent the emotion/idea of of anger, a significantly lower level of happiness will occur. Where love spreads nothing evil (except, maybe procrastination and laziness), anger spreads hatred, anxiety, wars, strife, and lose your composure in a socially unacceptable situation. With love, losing your composure is the equivalent of forgetting the self. Ego death. To the point...

Anger, seems to me, an emotion that is felt more strongly based on the sense of self. Or, rather, ego! When I am angry, it is mostly because my values have been violated unjustly. The term "values" and also "justice" both connote one universal to me. Subjectivity. Why? Because Subjectivity is useless without justification of the external world. The Objective. To me, it is the foundation and verification that we are all individuals that have rights and rules and deserve justice.

I can easily codify anger and define it: "When I am angry, it is because someone has imposed on my personal space. My subjective world."

I'm tired so I've decided to cut this short.... Love. That emotion I can now describe with the same terms: "When I am loving, I know it is because someone has imposed on my personal space, my subjective world... and I have accepted it. And I have embraced it."

As an afterthought, reading this, please note:
It must be mentioned that if someone is in my personal space and I don't care, then I plain just don't care. Society forces you to squeeze in a subway car, stand hopelessly in lines waiting and wading in your lack of authority, reveal yourself without hesitation... it's demanding.