There it is, still sitting on the counter. Mocking me. Pineapple juice oozes over the side of the cutting board and onto the countertop. I picture the August sugar ants beginning to gather, arranging their formation march - up cabinet doors and onto the table top, following the scent of the delicious mess.
My husband. He did this on purpose, probably just to spite me. I've never been so sure of anything in my life.
I've already reminded him about the ants in the summertime, you know. He forgets things. In fact, I bet he thinks that it's funny that I have to clean the kitchen no less than forty-two times a day. He probably assumes that it's my job anyway, being that I'm the full-time mom and all. "How hard is it to wipe a counter? You have all day long to do it." I write his chiding and imaginary script in my mind.
I wait, no, I lurk in the shadows of the living room, arms crossed and resisting the urge to dive my hands into soapy water, remedying his complete lack of responsibility for the sugary, late night snack. I dare you to leave that fruit on the counter.
And then, casual and oblivious, he chucks the hard pineapple shell into the garbage, whisks the juice away with just a few swipes of the dishrag, and sinks into the couch beside me.
And that was not-at-all the story I just told myself about him in my head...
Did you know that certain parts of our brains are terrible at telling time? There are these two little almond-shaped sections of the brain called the amygdalae. They work as a team to regulate emotion and memories. Basically, they store and interpret our feelings - like a warehouse of bottled reactions to our experiences.
The only problem is that the little buggers can't always remember when we had the experience. They only remember that we did at some point, and so, emotions come back under familiar circumstances.
They remember every time that we felt that way, and the feelings rush over us like water breaking through a dam.
This is exactly why a perfectly logical person can rage on the insides over a pineapple. (I don't know who that crazy person was in the story above, of course, so I'm only speaking hypothetically, wink wink).
Think about the silliest reason that you lashed out at a friend, coworker, or loved one. What was it about? An assignment? A desk chair? Chores? A "tone" of voice? We all have triggers, but they're very rarely because of the situation of the moment.
People rage over all different kinds of "pineapple" because:
Do you want to know how to break the cycle? Here's a good place to start:
1. Name the "icky sense."
Seeing pineapple in a brand new light (oh, and my husband too),
A fool gives full vent to his spirit, but a wise man quietly holds it back. (Proverbs 29:11)
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