Volcanic Anger Management

The State of Cranky is not a state I particularly like, aspire or admire but I am increasingly guilty of it. It's sadly become an all too familiar way to be in order to get on. You know - getting through an Airport, filling out a stupid government form or 97 - surviving that deadly contact sport of shopping in a ‘super’ market - marooned in Atlanta – the State of Georgia - and having to pronounce words like Eyjafjallajoekull and Volcano. 

If these things don't make you cranky then what will. Check your pulse.

Working slavishly to deliver on your purpose in life, your big idea or your vision in any business is tough enough. That tenacity I spoke about earlier requires a bunch of things - but often the last line of defense is attack. Get cranky.

You know the feeling.

You've got things that need doing. Incoming is under control. (Actually, it's never in control - live with that.) The torment of e-mail - the daily dumb request hidden in there to trip you up. The phone rings - some lazy - dumb assed distant relative or past person demanding attention that they have just grown accustomed to. Live with that?

What's the point of resisting it? Well, so that maybe the offender learns never to do that again? Hmmm. Great idea but maybe I've just never been that cranky to make it work yet. Should I live with that? Hold that thought.

I know that great visions required incredible amounts of cranky. Great ideas and powerful change has only ever come about by people who got cranky to get the ball across the line. Genius is correctly attributed to flawed cranks when the flaw creates the magical breakthrough or difference making idea. Dali, Lennon, Einstein and Jobs amongst that list. All cranky, all very difficult to live with.

So I'm defending cranky and I'm going to have to carry on perfecting my own blend of it.

At social and system level I am working to tear down the establishment. If Guy Fawkes 'friended' me on Facebook or Twitter with a new plot - I'm in. I'm that cranky. Anyone have his e-mail?

At personal level I'm not sure I have the right to be this arrogant but hey. I'm angry. At least I believe it. When being driven to cranky at an individual level most people will actually never know how cranky I was anyway. I will probably not encourage meeting them long enough (or at all). The cause of my crank with them will remain a mystery.

In the presence of crass or belligerent stupidity - and if I can be bothered - I will disguise this base level of cranky by calling them with a better question than they have. Always works.

At my silver level of cranky - (and only if I like and admire them as humans) and only if I've done significant enough research through wider discussion to prove that I'm not actually the problem (which can often be the case) - I will force them to question themselves more truthfully. At the bottom of this there is the conveniently forgotten - long denied, possibly never surfaced reason behind my need for crankiness in the first place (folk like to forget why the crank emerged – it’s not part of the fun for them) I only get this cranky with things I care about. Otherwise it’s totally wasted energy for the true task of constructive anarchy!

At gold level I plan to get AK47 level cranky. Visit me?

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