Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1 exptools 1/6/84; site ihuxl.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!mgnetp!ihnp4!ihuxl!walt2 From: walt2@ihuxl.UUCP (Walt Kurszewski) Newsgroups: net.singles Subject: Re: Topic of Anger Message-ID: <1179@ihuxl.UUCP> Date: Mon, 18-Jun-84 18:14:25 EDT Article-I.D.: ihuxl.1179 Posted: Mon Jun 18 18:14:25 1984 Date-Received: Fri, 22-Jun-84 09:25:51 EDT Organization: AT&T Bell Labs, Naperville, IL Lines: 35 I've seen a few articles lately concerning how people from large families deal with anger directed at a SO. I feel I may have a bit to contribute here (I'm from a family of twelve). I grew up with one brother (he's 36 years old - I'm 22) and ten sisters. Yes, ten sisters. I'm number 11. Number 12 just graduated from Rosholt High, Rosholt, WI. Now that I think about it, ten sisters is really amazing. Being part of a large family taught me quite a few things. Like how to handle interpersonal relationships. And how to fake being calm and collective while waiting in long lines (for the bathroom). And hand to hand combat... In our family anger was always vented as soon as possible. Otherwise you forgot who you were mad at. It was understood that anything said in a burst of anger was not to be taken seriously because in a week you wouldn't remember what it was that ruffled your feathers. I handle anger with SO's the same way. I don't want any dirty laundry hanging around and I don't want little things to build into any misunderstandings. So if I'm peeved she'll know it. She'll also know that it it'll blow over in a week or two at the max. I can remember one time that this didn't work though. One morning Mom yelled in the stairwell to wake me. "Time to wake up! Do you want me to make pancakes for breakfast?" I don't remember why but I was in a cranky mood that morning and replied, "Nah, your pancakes taste like shit." I must have been about seventeen at the time and it wasn't until this past May (my little sister's graduation) that Mom asked me if I wanted pancakes for breakfast again. Not that she held in any anger all these years. Every time I asked for breakfast she reminded me exactly why I could make my own breakfast. Well this time I didn't blow it. Walt Kurszewski ihnp4!ihuxl!walt2