I watched the movie “The Hulk” the other night and it got me to thinking about the rage we all try to control when we get angry.

When Bruce Banner becomes the Hulk, it is brought on by his anger and rage.

His temper is like a super bike, flying around the corners of a racetrack.

The only thing that separates the rider’s head from the tarmac is a few inches of tire, ripping and wearing at the ground, but the traction is torn and nonexistent when the bike is driven beyond the point of control.

When Bruce Banners temper breaks, it manifests itself in his physical appearance, his rage becomes muscle and his muscle becomes his redemption as he destroys the wrong doers around him.

When someone does me wrong and pushes me beyond the point of conscience interference, I feel my self control dissipating.

I feel my blood pressure rise and my veins thicken, it feels like my neck is going to explode.

My teeth bite down and my hands close, forming fists that rip into my palms.

My muscles push hard against my skin and all that lies hidden is revealed.

It reshapes my form into a hard and unforgiving being, silhouetted against a blackened sky.

My eyes become bloodshot and a veil of red is drawn across my vision, everything becomes saturated and calls for destruction, my friends, family and loved ones disappear and all that I can see is my self praising enemy standing there and next to them the Grim Reaper waits, with his sickle readied to open the gates of the underworld and guide them to the world beyond.

Don’t make me lose my temper because once its gone, its too late.

I lose all the self control that I so desperately try to maintain and become consumed with anger and rage.

It builds up like volcano filled with molten lava that explodes in fury, resulting in the inevitable destruction of every thing around it.

My anger is fuelled with the sight of the one that ignited it and will not cease until I’m satisfied with the bloodied causer lying at my feet.

I know what I’m capable of and so I do my best to avoid situations that may lead to this transformation.

However as hard as I try, there will always be that wise ass that thinks he can take me.

To these people I give two words to remember: “medical aid”.

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