Phew. Sometimes we just get stuck on mad, don’t we? I wouldn’t be hammering on these things ordinarily, but it seems that my lovely plan to blog daily happened to intersect with my having to deal with a bad attitude on my part. I’ve been taking critiques too personally and getting too upset when people don’t share my world view to function very well. I’ll cut it out and get over it, but before I do, here are five things that ruin a good mad mood.
1. Stoopid K-Love radio. Listen, K-Love, maybe I want to be in a mad mood and you playing songs about God’s mercy, grace, and forgiveness isn’t what I want to hear. Even worse is when I am mad and one of your happy slappy deejays starts chirping about how funny it is that men leave their socks out and ladies take so long to get ready. I can’t change the dial fast enough.
2. Intentional blog writing. Seriously. How can you logically maintain a mad mood when you feel obligated to write a blog post which will certainly be read by tens of people!? Unless you are Ann Coulter, it’s pretty difficult.
3. Kids with honestly deep questions. It’s easy enough to brush off the shallow stuff and nurse a mad mood, but when a kid levies a deep question your way, you have no choice other than to set aside the mad mood and deal directly with the kid. I’m not new here, so when I see a pair of serious eyes with a crinkled forehead coming my way, I run or risk losing all the mad mood momentum I have built up.
4. When your spouse walks in the door looking worse than you do. This one makes me crazy. Here I am, all ready to dump my mad mood all over his head and he seems to already have had his fill. Now who do I vent to!?
5. This last one is the worst one and I avoid it all costs when I want to maintain a mad mood: Prayer and communication with God through His Word. Usually, the end result of me being mad begins when I feel unfairly stepped on. When I pray and seek God through His Word, I often find it revealed to me that I’m a stepper too, that I am not the center of the universe, and that being mad (or anxious, worried, critical) takes up too much space in my brain and leaves no room for God to work. I know this and that is why I try to avoid prayer when I want to feel justified in having my hackles raised and feathers ruffled. Unless I can manipulate the prayer to make me feel good about justifying my upset, I want nothing of it.
Sometimes being mad (anxious, worried, critical) feels good. Sure, you run people off and turn yourself unattractively bitter, but it feels good. Avoid the five things listed above and you too can get your angry swagger on. Now, if you will pardon me, I’m going to take the kids to the Y and try to get into a yelling match with the teenaged lifeguard about why the slide isn’t open.