The angry man

Unhappy within himself

He had lost his ability to find joyous moments and occasions in his every day, every hour and even moments

Why did he get angry when she eagerly ate the cake he bought her. He watched her eat with such verve that was wonderful to watch, if you were not he!

The cake was oozing it’s generous fillings, they dribbled down her chin. She didn’t care. A crumb sitting happily in the corner of her mouth. A drop perched itself high upon her heavy breast.

So displeased as he watched this horror show, he wanted to yell, for god sake, why are you so clumsy? Clean yourself up!

As she pushed the last mouthful into her mouth, her happy face turned to a sad face as he curtly told her “ wipe your mouth”

Still savouring those last morsels of her delectable cake, she patted around her mouth. Missing the spots with every dab, the angry man became more displeased with every flub.

There he growled pointing to the corner of her mouth. As she missed again he snapped “NO at her, “to the left more”. Rolling his eyes as he snarled NO! again slamming his fist on the table.

Looking down at her empty plate, the joy in her gluttonous experience was made joyless by the way he spoke to her. Why can’t you wipe it off for me? Why do you get so grumpy with me?

He sat and took in her words. He knew he was hard on her. She was right. He asked himself silently, why am I unhappy? Why do I blame her for my unhappiness.

The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off yourself when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making the other feel guilty or bad about something by blaming them, but you won’t succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy

Wayne Dyer

Janette Bendle

Published by Janette Bendle

I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives.

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