Fury, Dissatisfaction and Imperfection

This post from a while back, and more specif­i­cal­ly, the first block­quote in the post, have hopped up to the fore­front some­what again late­ly here. Yes.

Thesis: Anger stems from dis­sat­is­fac­tion caused by our mor­tal im­per­fec­tions.

Sometimes we wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and for no dis­cernible rea­son we’re sore-toothed bears. Why does this hap­pen? Well I fig­ure it must be some sort of ba­sic ex­is­ten­tial thing, some­thing so close to us we can’t grip it. I think it has to do with dis­sat­is­fac­tion re­gard­ing our con­trol over our own lives and over the world. More com­plex than wak­ing up and be­ing pissed be­cause you don’t want to go in­to work to­day; some­thing along the lines of be­ing on va­ca­tion and wak­ing up grouchy as hell af­ter an evening of ex­cel­lent pork­ing. Now there ain’t no rea­son to be grouchy af­ter that, right? Well you are. And here is why, I think.

You’re pissed be­cause your per­fect po­ten­tial is bound by your im­per­fect re­al­i­ty. So, like, orig­i­nal sin is the cul­prit again. The frus­tra­tion and dis­sat­is­fac­tion aris­es from our in­abil­i­ty to ful­ly flex our graces, to be like God. And be­cause we have this seed of grace deep down in­side that wants to grow, it is go­ing to do what it has to in or­der to sprout. Getting an­gry for no rea­son is just one way our per­fec­tion is twist­ed by that orig­i­nal sin.

I think.