Rage Hall of Fame

        Three words angry people hate.  Let it go.  Obviously it's not that easy.  No one, not even the morons who say things like 'let it go' (although they come real close), view the world in such profoundly simplistic terms. 
    
     "Let It Go" is no different than telling a meth addict to Just Say No or a victim of a brutal assault to get up and shake it off.  However chronic anger isn't viewed through compassionate eyes like substance abuse or physical victimization, even though the damage done to society by festering rage is every bit as detrimental if not more so.  But here's the but.  At some level,  mumble there's some truth to it mumble.  What?  Fine, I surrender.  There's some truth to it, THERE'S SOME TRUTH TO IT.  I'll admit that.  One or two of the older emotion scorching ruminations broiling in the Enraged mind do need to be purged on a regular basis, (like say weekly) even if it's just done to make room for new ones.  This isn't letting go though.  It's archiving.
 
     To let go is to admit defeat by diminishing our entire thought process.  A thought capable of simply being let go of, suggests that that thought was never worth having in the first place, which impugns an angry person's entire world view.  That only makes an Enraged more ferocious.
 
     Archiving is different.  To archive is to say to the memory: "Alright, here we are, you and me.  I know that no matter what I do, that I can never accept you into the normal fold of my thinking because you will always remind me of my powerlessness at a given point in life, or my lack of material or mental resources.  You will always humiliate me and cause me to feel badly about myself.  No amount of revenge will make things right between you and I.  The best I can hope is that you taught me something useful. So here.  Take you place on the wall in the den of my mind.  You've earned it.  But our relationship of antagonizer and antagonizee is over as of right now."
 
     That's archiving.  It's putting things in their proper place and I can accept that.  It's taken a long time to get to that point, but I'm here now.  So... The Aidan Baker (and my aggravation over having to use my middle initials on this blog to distinguish myself from the Canadian Avant-garde rocker, will not be going in anytime soon) Rage Hall of Fame opens today.  Stay tuned to future rants for the naming of the first inductees.