My monster is anger. Plain and simple. All my life I have always struggled with this. Even over little things and theres so many things that just I can’t handle it. What I do that makes me unsucessful is bottle up all that anger to the point of I can’t do anything. But I guess I also use my anger to do things better. I almost use it as a fuel. I know it sounds a little bit cheesy but it’s really what I do. I feel like it really does help.
I think one of the things that really helps me control my anger is knowledge, and really just common sense. I know if I get mad and punch someone in the face there’s going to be a consequence. That’s how I go off of common sense. But like I previously said I feel like knowledge really helps me. It helps me know when to stop and just take a deep breath and think. I can remember this time when it was my first football game under the lights. It was so fun but, I saw this kid I knew and he was a really big jerk. He looked right into my eyes and says “Look who it is, clefty”! I was born with a birth defect called cleft lip and palate, and my doctor did an amazing job and fixed it. I was so mad I wanted to kill him but instead as soon as that ball moved I smashed him into the ground. I settled for that. And I guess that was a prime example of when I bottled everything up and used my knowledge as a way to do something smarter.
My biggest problem is my anger but I think that the monster is getting smaller and smaller day. The more I grow the better I become at controlling my anger and by the I become an adult I’m sure I’ll be a really happy guy. But I know there will be more monsters. To me there’s monsters everywhere, because they are really just emotions. Emotions can be really good and, really really bad. This one time I got really sad for a while. My grandpa had died a while back and one afternoon I thought about him. I got really sad and didn’t eat or play and I wasn’t sleeping so good. So really I say my monster is anger but I guess I have more than one. But I think everyone does at some point in their life.
Another one of my monsters is that I feel like I’m one of the smartest guys in the room. I usually know a little bit on the subject even if it’s about mechanics or somethings someone might have more experience with. I most likely try and put in my piece and sometimes I’ll get corrected, and when I do oh boy. I will always say ” No look it up” or some dumb crap and I can’t help it sometimes. But I can usually find out when enough’s enough. But that monster isn’t really that bad but it’s really annoying most of the time.
Everyone has a monster. Some you can tell, like my anger for example. Or the monsters that you can’t really see, like my sadness. In my opinion the monsters you can’t see are one-thousand times worse. You really have to get and know a person to see all of their monsters, and thats okay. But it always helps me to know that i’m fighting monster, so is everyone else. Every single person on this little blue and green ball we live on has a monster and thats a true fact. But it’s comforting that you can fight monsters with other people who know from right to wrong. Everyone has that person, and the person is yourself because the monster is in your own head.