{"id":140,"date":"2005-11-16T15:32:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-16T15:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/?p=140"},"modified":"2005-11-16T15:32:00","modified_gmt":"2005-11-16T15:32:00","slug":"an-angry-young-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/2005\/11\/an-angry-young-man\/","title":{"rendered":"An Angry Young Man"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><em>There&#8217;s a place in the world for the angry young man<br \/>With his working class ties and his radical plans<br \/>He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl<br \/>And he&#8217;s always at home with his back to the wall<br \/>And he&#8217;s proud of his scars and the battles he&#8217;s lost<br \/>And struggles and bleeds as he hangs on his cross<br \/>And likes to be known as the angry young man <\/p>\n<p>Give a moment or two to the angry young man<br \/>With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand<br \/>He&#8217;s been stabbed in the back he&#8217;s been misunderstood<br \/>It&#8217;s a comfort to know his intentions are good<br \/>And he sits in his room with a lock on the door<br \/>With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor<br \/>And he likes to be known as the angry young man <\/p>\n<p>I believe I&#8217;ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage<br \/>I found that just surviving was a noble fight<br \/>I once believed in causes too<br \/>I had my pointless point of view<br \/>And life went on no matter who was wrong or right <\/p>\n<p>And there&#8217;s always a place for the angry young man<br \/>With his fist in the air and his head in the sand<br \/>And he&#8217;s never been able to learn from mistakes<br \/>So he can&#8217;t understand why his heart always breaks<br \/>And his honor is pure and his courage is well <br \/>And he&#8217;s fair and he&#8217;s true and he&#8217;s boring as hell<br \/>And he&#8217;ll go to the grave as an angry old man <\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><em><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Billy Joel Lyrics from Turnstiles<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>This continues my previous post. Anger is a state of mind that we can control. Sometimes we are so used to our anger and so close to it that we start to miss it when it is no longer there. It start to become us. We can ultimately define ourselves by our anger. <\/p>\n<p>Yes this sound ridiculous, but how many times have you said &#8220;I&#8217;m so angry I can kill him!&#8221;  Isn&#8217;t this an even more ridiculous thought! Kill him! &#8211; do you hear yourself talk! Are you a murderer? I think not, but our words are spoken w\/such fervor and intention that the anger transmits.  What you say becomes real. Real in that your words now a new existance. You put it out there &#8211; out in the ether. Real thoughts, real emotions, real intentions. Still think that is ridiculous? When we yell at our kids and call them idiots, stupid, dumbass &#8211; that becomes their reality. The child grows up believing these words to be their reality.  See how our words become real!<\/p>\n<p>See how our anger can get the best of us &#8211; how it becomes so comfortable that we do not think twice when words spill out of our mouths. The intent materializes it!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-summary\">\nThere&#8217;s a place in the world for the angry young manWith his working class ties and his radical plansHe refuses&hellip;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/2005\/11\/an-angry-young-man\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &ldquo;An Angry Young Man&rdquo;<\/span>&hellip;<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[29,26,15],"class_list":["post-140","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-lyrics","tag-music","tag-musing","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=140"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}