There is a cold sweat in your face. There are goosebumps on your flesh. Your pulse rate is increasing. Your chest feels like it’s going to explode. You are angry. You are mad. You are enraged. But wait…. You don’t know how to express how furious you are at the world.

Well, if you are clueless as to how to express it, well, don’t worry. I have few suggestions for you….

1. Destroy the things around you. Throw any stuff you see. Whether it’s a toy, a mug, an instrument, a cabinet, a refrigerator, it doesn’t matter. And don’t get bothered at its direction because it’s not really that important. Don’t pay attention to its value. Who cares if it’s worth a thousand bucks? Money doesn’t concern you when you are mad, right? Remember, you are enraged, and the only thing you should care about is for them to feel your anger.

2. Curse everything. Ass@#le. B&*llsh!%. Son of a b^$%*9. Try to find words that can express your madness. Of course you should be certain that it’s a bad word. Because if your are saying things like, “Forgive my rudeness, I am being carried away by my aggravation,” I don’t think people would assume that you are that furious. So, curse all you wat. Oh yeah, you might as well be creative and use other language.

3. Be rebellious. Remember that the rebellious people that we know have issues…. and they are mad. So, worship these people and make them your idols. Follow their footsteps and do what they do until you become a rebellious icon yourself. And just a piece of reminder, don’t lose that angst of yours so you can become a credible rebel, eh?

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.