calm down . close your eyes and count to ten . just get control of your anger , perseus , get control of your ––– words and words and words . years of guidance counselors at countless different schools . and what had he learned from them ? clearly nothing. a fist presses itself into his thigh , knuckles still bloody from his assault of a nearby tree, every muscle poised for a fight that never was and never would be ( you can’t fight a foe you can’t see ) why’re you so angry ? a good question, one he sure as hell wished he had an answer to, especially in times like this. when one little thing seemed to send him spiraling off in a thousand different directions. feet carry him in a circle, . the need to move overwhelming, the need to escape –– but escape what ? ❝ i’m just –– i don’t know , okay ? i don’t know. ❞