I’m angry. The why isn’t that important, because the first why is a bit of a smokescreen. What I want to write about today is what happens when you look under that first why, when you triage the rage.

My reaction was disproportionate to the precipitating event. That’s clue number one that something lies underneath. I was so angry. I stalked about the house, then went for a swim. Usually, the pool is quiet in the afternoon, but for some reason – new year’s resolution arrivistes perhaps – the pool was crowded. One half of one lane was taken up entirely by someone making arm circles. Which he could easily have done at the end of the pool, freeing up said lane, but no.

Clue number two. The rage continues. It’s not contained to the person or circumstance. It metastasizes to encompass the arm circle lane-hogger, the wide swimmer, the tattoo guy posted up in front of the water fountain filling the world’s largest water bottle. It goes on.

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