Safety

I get angry when I'm in danger.

That's what I realized recently.

My flashes of temper toward someone come when I feel that person could force their way into my bubble and rearrange the furniture in my living room.

Unconsciously, I feel they have power over me.

That I'm going to obey them.

That whatever comes out of their mouth is a magic command. ("Imperio!")

Technology reinforces this: with texts, emails, and all kinds of "dings", a stranger really can interrupt the course of my day, of what I'm doing, of my thoughts.

I'm going my own way and "Ding!", I'm off somewhere else. The furniture has moved.

I'm the one who gives them that power.

I'm going to take it back.