broken keys [Azaleah]
Jun 21, 2015 9:38:09 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 21, 2015 9:38:09 GMT -5
TOMAS FACIOLI
'Anger is a normal, healthy emotion. But managing anger can be a problem for many people who find it difficult to keep their anger under control.'
It can be a very healthy, what is emotion without anger? Raging out at the people you hate, trashing various objects, the victims of unleashed anger.
'breathe slowly'
Just this morning the piano was the victim of anger. A lovely tune of a classic, it was all running smoothly, until the ending. I can never get it right, but I have to try and try and try. But I tried and I tried and I tried again, yet failed to succeed. The keys took a great bashing. Mother was not impressed and told me to breath. Inhaling the oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide, breathing helped calm me, but it didn’t help me get the notes right.
'get creative to get on top of your emotions '
Suggesting I go out and get some fresh air, mother hurried me out of the front door; I collected a book on my way out. Stepping into the outside world, summer had taken over Panem. Summer was a brilliant time of the year, people were out and having fun. Most of all, everyone seemed happy. Smiles on their sun caught faces, how such things as simple as the weather can raise people’s spirits. I needed to find somewhere to read this book, where I can catch the sun, I was beginning to look like a milk bottle myself.
I found a great spot where I am on, on a grass verge, the sun is directly in front of me. I can still see the text on the pages and the sun is still getting my face. Stretching out on the grass, I’d dive into the book.
'talk about how you feel'
'Noticing Signs of Anger and Controlling It' A lot of teenagers are angry nowadays. Most likely hormones and all the shit they have to go through mixed into it. How can a sexually frustrated 17 year old boy, find the time to worry about money, their family and getting reaped for the games? There was obviously going to be some problems. Anxiety and depression are the most common, many that have had relatives in the game suffer the most. They’ve dreams, flashbacks, nightmares of their loved ones deaths. That is where I come in. I am the listener, I give them advice.
I used to give them pills but my mother stopped it…supposedly it was illegal. People need help; they need someone to pour out all their emotions. A human being can’t keep silent, or they’ll crack.
Tickling my back, the grass is not comfortable, a few bugs crawl across my pages…great. Sitting up, I’d crawl across the grass to a tree, sitting my back up against the trunk. District 6 is unusually quiet at this hour, late afternoon; everyone is still locked up in the university working. Trying to crack a magnificent scientific breakthrough. Sitting in a laboratory, pouring chemicals all day does not suite me. Humans have to be outside, not locked in a four walled box. Even though I spend most of my time at home, I do grow quite bored.
A human cannot be bored, or they will go insane. They'll begin to talk to themselves , do really weird bizarre things. Humans need human contact; otherwise they will become a ‘hermit.’ A hermit someone who hides from the world, likely deficient in vitamin D too. A hermit lifestyle is not good for the human body or mind.
Closing the book, I’d observe the people walking around the district. A middle aged man hurrying in a grey lab coat, piles of paper in his hand. He is probably stressed, stressed to get whatever is done on that paper. A young woman with infants at her feet, most likely a single parent, has a lot of work on her plate. People watching helps stimulate the mind, it helps me pick up on different characteristics, that’s how I am able to help so many people, I learn how humans work. All humans are different, so I have to learn about them all, every single trait.
Humans are a very different species; we’ve emotions which no others have. Some emotions better than others, although every single one has its purpose.
Picking at the grass, I’d close my eyes, pointing my face to the sun. Allowing it’s rays to attack my skin, I’d try to take a nap.