#cold rage

[mythologypaintings]

Boreas Abducting Oreithyia

Artist: Francois Boucher (French, 1703-1770)

Date: 1769

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth, Texas, United States

Description

Failing to win the hand of the lovely Athenian princess Orethyia, one of the daughters of King Erechtheus, by gentle means, Boreas, the cold wind god of the North, decided to revert to his true nature of wildness and cold rage. The story is told by Ovid in the sixth book of the Metamorphoses, and Boucher admirably evokes the passion and fury of the tale. Boreas swoops down, concealed by dark and stormy clouds, and forcibly snatches up Oreithyia as she gathers flowers with her sisters. Boreas carried her back to his northern realm, where she later bore him twin sons, an event suggested by the putto’s two torches. The felled tree in the foreground, which leads the viewer into the composition, is one of the gnarled oaks that Boreas, in his violence, brought crashing down.

[jackie-q]

A High Schoolers Dilemma

You ever try practicing your writing speed for your upcoming exams and then, for some INEXPLICABLE reason, while you're reading some cute Dami and Dick family fluff and Tim is mentioned off-handedly, a sudden unexplainable surge of cold rage fills you and your only thought is 'Fuck it, I'm rewriting the Batman comics in Dick's POV and fixing EVERYTHING' and then next thing you know you've got a half finished fic in your Google Docs just sitting there, like... What the hell am I meant to do with this???

[imadumdumjewel]

Got bored and decided to drew Cold Rage Ninja

[josukescoolnephew]

Of Course I connect the most with the nerd who rants about grammar and rages at any minor inconvenience

Of Course I do

[unillustratedadventures]

What Face-to-face Stonewalling Can Look Like

This is what face-to-face stonewalling can look like. Typically, stonewalling is the initial way in which narcissistic rage manifests in so-called ‘covert’ narcissists. It is their initial means of coercing control. Covert narcissists tend to express cold rage before they express hot rage. By my lights, it’s only in the face-to-face encounter that the narcissistic rage can really be seen and accepted for what it is: a kind of reflexive defence mechanism. When you see it up close, it really can look like the sudden retreat of a wounded tortoise into an abusive and invulnerable shell. It’s almost impossible to avoid taking narcissistic rage personally. But the change can be so sudden, so extreme, and so inflexible that it can look just like the toxic suit of armour that it is, as opposed to a natural, healthy expression of personality. You can more clearly see how it is divorced from the reality of that to which it’s ostensibly a reaction. And it seems sharply discontinuous with the personality that had been operative only moments before (whether or not this other ‘personality’ is authentic, or only a mask that has momentarily slipped.)

Sometimes, when my natural reaction was a saddened one, I witnessed sickeningly abrupt shifts from a person who was apparently warm and gently affectionate to another person entirely. The person who abruptly appeared was smirking, disdainful, viciously sarcastic, and seething with contempt. She was boiling over, closed off, no longer listening, and rolling her eyes. Her gaze was unwaveringly averted. It was impossible to get through to this person, unless I could manage to completely abandon whatever issue had been important to me, or whatever sadness or hurt I had felt, and adopt an entirely different emotional attitude. In effect, it would require dishonesty on my part; the presentation of a front, until this other identity was no longer needed and just as quickly left the building. If I didn’t or couldn’t present such a front, and if I persisted in attempts to communicate honestly, then I might be viciously and personally attacked. Sometimes, the ‘conversation’ would be shut down in a hurtful and condescending way. I would be left to dwell on the barbs and insults, while being ignored for an indefinite length of time.

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[stevebunge]

two people are having a shouting match outside of our building, just out of sight from the windows in my office.

it’s like 2 degF out there but it has been going on for at least 10 minutes.

[maggamaggamagga]

no 

shut up 

networking and having direction and enough discipline to practice in my selected career path is not my being immature, it is not my signing up to prostitution, it is not my signing a death sentence, it is not my admission that i am a failure of a human being. 

it is not immature to know what i want and go after it in a reasonable way. 

what is immature is your incessant name-calling and bullying because you have elected time and again to take the easy route. you constantly berate, taunt and shame me because you are too immature to face your own faults and address your own demons; not having a degree in four years (which was in large part your fault) is simply the latest in your exploits in attacking me. 

when i was little, you didn't have the patience to teach a child with stubbornness she learned from you, so you beat me into submission and shamed me into humiliation. to this day you still blame me for being seven years old and unable to perfect beethoven. you still blame me for being seven years old and unable to fix you, to not know what to do when you threatened to kill yourself and me just because i couldn't play the magic notes on my violin that magically gave you fulfillment you were too catty to achieve yourself, because i couldn't say the magic words that solved all your emotional problems, because even then i knew that something was not right and i would not submit completely.

you blame me for being a plausible human being instead of the impossible abstraction you decided would fix all your problems. 

now that I have matured and gained a sense of self-awareness and had to claw my way through survival, you have to find new ways to poke holes. because you are WEAK. YOU are weak, NOT ME. YOU have spent 

twenty 

two 

god 

damn 

years 

in the same, stagnant place. blaming the rest of the world for your mistakes, constantly regretting every opportunity you did not pursue, and taking it out on me. 

fuck off. i am alive, and i am not to be pissed off. i learned how to survive. and i have more anger and sorrow in me than you have ever known or understood. 

you should be very thankful you married a good man, who taught me that revenge is useless, there are bigger and greater problems to be concerned with, and life are puzzles to be reasoned with and solved. 

but i am your daughter, too. and i have all the rage and fierceness in me that you have used to take me down nonstop for twenty-two years. 

i can cut you down and into pieces. i know who you are. and i know who you have refused to be. 

you're shameful. completely, utterly shameful.