Every week I start binge-watching a new television show. Last few weeks waa Murders Only in the Building. It was funny and quite on point in a quirky way. This week I’m binging on Roswell, New Mexico. A horrible murder a decade ago. Blackouts. Loneliness. Marginalization. Aliens. A group of people who needed special attention.
At one point, Liz (a protagonist) had created a serum that would perhaps strip one of the aliens of her hortoble powers. However, she didn’t want to use it. She was angry. But she was meant to do good as a scientist. She decided to not use the serum. As she noted the serum was like an angry letter one writes that you end up not sending. You destroy the letter. You maybe keep it atound to remember why you were angry but also how you showed restraint.
We’ve all been there. Wanting to send angry letters, texts, instant messages. However, sometimes it’s best to write them and then just not send them. I believe I did that three times this past week. Sometimes you have to hit the pause button and putting those words away can help and maybe eventually heal.
Categories: Culture, identity, Management, mental health, Psychology, society, TV
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I don’t want MY angry words out there permanently on the internet.
So I do the same: write, to get it out of my head and organized. And then save it on MY computer only – in case I ever need to re-read it, but I do NOT hit send or post. What’s the point?
If there is someone who NEEDS to hear it, I have it all tidied up. I can ALWAYS send later. If not, I have processed whatever I need to learn/change/do. All good.
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I agree angry letters are better used for therapeutical purposes, to let off steam, to clarify one’s own side of the story and sometimes lead to the conclusion, we are not the innocent party as we had believed at first.
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Writing an angry letter, and not sending it is a good idea… that is… until someone sends it for you, when you are unable to prevent them… like letters posthumously revealed… I rather sit under a tree, with a tall glass, and ‘write’ the letter in my mind… then discard it afterwards when I feel more contented… after all, if need be, I can ‘write’ a better, more angry one later…!
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