Displaced Anger

I excel in face-to-face interviews.

Groomed sharp to impress those first impressions. Hair, suit, polished shoes, and a wristwatch to show I am a master of time. An open body, to show confidence and a welcoming character. Clean shaven too, regardless of looking fifteen.

Now I think this may be where the problem lies with me. I’m slightly sociopathic, due to persons I have idolised, followed and received tuition from. It’s not such a bad thing. I strive for the best. I’ve learned manipulation skills to get there. I know how to show confidence. I know how to filter – even though I prefer not to. It’s far more amusing having unlimited humor to play with. I can detach my emotions. I know what order and discipline are, and on the other side of the coin, I have a better understanding of what freedom and love are.

Looking fifteen I probably look like a goldmine of modern slavery. Young, potential, enthusiastic, confident. Unfortunately for managers, I’m more mature and intelligent than I first appear, maybe a little like Peter Parker. Ok, ok I’m just wishing I was Spider-man now. I actually don’t know much about anything, however even I know with great power, comes great responsibility.

This is where management and most people tend to be upside down. They’ve forgotten how to human. I urge people to move their way upwards in the hierarchy of society. There is gravitas, spiritual growth and power in such movement, though people always forget the responsibility. The ones who don’t want to build their spiritual growth, or without the courage to carry the weight of authority, influence or duty, suffer.

I have sympathy towards people in the society scheme especially young managers, most of whom had good intentions to fly. To climb society’s pyramid. Because at the top is the worst kinds of psychopath or sociopath. They are without morals, ethics or emotions. They demand more wealth, more power, more everything. Greed defines them. The young managers are manipulated. Indoctrinated.

Which is when a psychological system called displaced anger comes into play. Shit rolls downhill. Anger is also contagious. Naturally, we take it out on the little guy or the next below us in society’s rankings. Next time you tell your employee, “to get off their fucking arse” or use terminology such as “useless prick”. Think. Is it really necessary. Are you or am I being a cyborg?

Here is a video on the subject created by Prince Ea, one of my favourite inspirational speakers on social media.

“If you’re nothing without the suit, then you shouldn’t have it.”
Tony Stark