[ WP ] Despite usually being a calm person , being told to `` calm down '' or `` be calm '' fills you with sudden and unpredictable feelings of rage .

`` **E**ver since I was young, I've always despised the phrase `` Calm down!'' or `` Dude, chill!'' I'm a naturally calm person, you see, but being told to calm down really grinds my gears. Why am I telling you this? Well... Here's the story. 
 
 It's April 10th, 2015, right? I'm minding my own business, walkin' to Starbucks, all that jazz, when this young fella on a bike nearly runs me over and spills my coffee all over me. I'm a tad distressed about this and I must have shown it in my face or my actions or something because the guy on the bike says `` Dude, just calm down!'' 
 
 Something inside me snapped. I reached for his neck, feeling the bloodlust within my veins. This would be the last time someone would tell me to calm down. He ducked away from my hands and yelled `` Dude, what's your problem? Just chill out and be calm!'' 
 
 `` Listen, you nearly ran me over and made me spill my overpriced caffeine all over my shirt!'' I yell at him. I tear up when I'm angry, so he's all blurry when I say this. 
 
 `` Look, man, I'm really sorry. I'll- I'll buy you another coffee, alright? Just leave me alone!'' The words had no effect on me. I was running on pure anger. My mind's higher functions shut down and all I could think was `` I have to kill this guy.'' That's all I remember. 
 
 When I came to, a cop had me on the ground. `` What? What happened, officer?'' 
 
 `` Mr. MahJong, you almost beat this guy to death.'' I looked around and gasped as I saw the guy who almost ran me over with his bike being loaded into an ambulance. His bike was bent and bloodied. *Did I beat him with my bike? * I thought to myself. The handcuffs latching closed snapped me out of my train of thought. 
 
 `` Wait, where are we going?'' I asked, scared. 
 
 `` Well, you assaulted a man, so you're going to jail for a while.'' The officer said grimly. 
 
 `` I ca n't go to jail! I have a job, a wife, kids! I- I...'' I trailed off as I started hyperventilating. 
 
 `` Sir, you need to calm down. That'll make things easier for the both of us.'' 
 
 I stopped hyperventilating. In a quiet voice dripping with venom, I said `` Calm down?'' 
 
 `` Yes, Mr. MahJong.'' 
 
 I snapped my head up, bashing the cop's nose in. I scrabbled to my feet and kicked him in the gut one two three times. I heard a crunch on the third kick. A blur of blue tackled me to a ground and something metal pressed against my neck and it all went black. Next thing I know, I'm here.'' 
 
 The inmate looked at Kim with apprehension. `` Damn, dude. You need some serious help.'' 
 
 Kim sighed and covered his head with his hands. `` Yeah...'' 
 
 
 
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