The Seven Tales of an Angry Man

An angry but good person is, at the end of the day, an angry person.
A good but angry person is, at the end of the day, an angry person.

An angry but bad person is, at the end of the day, both angry and bad.
A bad but angry person is, at the end of the day, both angry and bad.

Angry people and bad people — both kinds won't let you live well, won't let you spend time with a light heart. Some say angry people are often good people. But personally, I consider those who fly into rage at the slightest provocation to be bad and ill-mannered. Anger is their infallible weapon to hide their own faults and inadequacies while keeping everyone around them constantly frightened, anxious, and on edge. Living in fear of them makes even breathing freely difficult. How long can one survive by putting on an act, constantly appeasing?

They don't care how much pain those around them suffer just so their ego can triumph. Everyone stays silent in fear of their outbursts and somehow manages to get by. They don't want love — if they can extract fear through bad behavior, they feel victorious. Living with them means living with discomfort, heartache, and depression. They have virtually no patience, and if you point this truth out to them, they become abusive. Those who can't escape from them end up silently enduring everything. Even when you try to discuss issues and find solutions, they shout and behave badly, turning conversations into arguments. They don't care for logic, but they survive quite well in households through sheer stubbornness. Funny thing is, this stubbornness has nothing to do with their actual competence. It's hard to calm them down even with explanations because they think they're always right and everyone else is wrong. Sometimes, even after great effort to make them understand and temporarily pacify them, they revert to their old ways.

Since they generally never change, you're cursed to endure them until death. They do love, certainly, but they don't know how to treat people well — or if they do know, they won't try when they're angry. Let their beloved suffer and die from the pain, but they must display their bad behavior. When the anger passes, they might think there's no one better than them, but the price you pay to receive that momentary kindness is enormous; paying that price makes being alive feel burdensome.

You only get one life! So unless absolutely forced, it's better to avoid such people. Many know how to love, but how many know how to treat others well?

More precious than one who loves
is one who cherishes...
Whether loving or not,
one who treats you well.

If the person who loves you doesn't know how to treat you well, living becomes very painful. Not love, but peace is life's oxygen.

What's so valuable about anger
when life itself becomes hell?