Button Pushing

Ugh, living with someone who just loves to push my buttons is an absolute joy. Seriously, it’s like a daily challenge to keep my cool and not unleash the full force of my wrath upon them. I mean, sure, I’ve got anger issues, but who doesn’t, right? I’m typically a saint, but the moment someone decides to play the role of the devil’s advocate, I turn into a fire-breathing dragon.

You know, I pride myself on being a nice person, but give me a reason and I’ll give you a piece of my mind faster than you can say “temper tantrum.” It’s not like I go around intentionally hurting people with my words, but when someone decides to hit below the belt, well, let’s just say they better be ready for verbal Armageddon.

Self-control? Oh yeah, I’ve got it in spades… until someone starts poking at those oh-so-delicate triggers I’ve been working so hard to suppress. It’s like they have a freakin’ map to my emotional landmines and they’re determined to step on every single one of them.

And you know what really grinds my gears? The fact that I’m actively trying to better myself, to work on my anger, to be a more zen-like version of myself, and yet here comes Mr. or Mrs. Know-It-All, pushing and pushing until I’m ready to explode like a shaken soda can.

But hey, who needs inner peace when you can have a good ol’ fashioned screaming match, right? Yeah, that’s sarcasm, in case you didn’t catch it. So thanks, roomie, for keeping my journey to enlightenment interesting. You’re a real gem.