I don’t stay mad at people. Never have – even as a child. Others would get mad at me because of it.
I never saw the good in it. It wasn’t in me to carry the stuff. I don’t know the why of it – only that I had no interest in getting even. Even when now I might say I do, I really don’t.
I can find better ways to waste my time and energy – all more fun.
Some may think it’s a form of mental illness or a brain defect. I consider it a rare gift.
Not staying mad has a survival advantage that staying mad doesn’t.
I wouldn’t know how to tell somebody else how to do it. For me it’s effortless. I don’t have to talk myself into it.
It doesn’t mean I don’t get mad, only that I don’t stay mad.
WORD WARRIOR DAVIES-TIGHT™ 