Aggressive Reflection

I punch my blood-stained hand at the wall, my teeth gritted with anger. I break my coffee table because I couldn’t understand my girlfriend’s mood swing. And as I lay my eyes on this broken table, I make my wrist soaked with my own blood, as I regret doing it. I starved myself just to save extra dollars for that expensive coffee table, and now that it’s gone, I have no idea what to do next except inflict pain with myself. I just want to release this.

Such action is caused by my aggression. How do I become like this, I have no idea. Except for this idea that was once shared by my smart sister, a psychology-obsessed girl who liked to explain my aggressive behavior based on the principles she learned in school. She told me that according a certain study states that aggression can be triggered by programs that showcase violence (Aronson, Wilson, & Akert, 2005). Being a fanatic of action films, I can’t help but agree to her statement. It may sound too intellectual for a careless brat like me, but I guess my continuous support for programs that show people nailing and killing each other might have caused me to act like this. I do admit that it can easily be reflected when I get mad or when I am stressed. And this time I unconsciously imitate a move from a gangster in a show. He was beating his enemy with all his might. And there I am, doing the same thing he did, only this time, I am not punching a person; it’s my coffee table.