Normally, I don't get angry, but I've decided to tackle these issues anyway. For the last month or so, I have been attending anger management sessions, and my therapist has offered lots of helpful advice for me. My problem has always been people who act like idiots, even if they didn't mean to. The next time I decide to call someone an idiot, I just stop and count slowly to ten, then I either find a nicer substitute for the word or don't say anything at all. For instance, when Teddy, my friend in Charlotte, emailed me with the disastrous news that he got into a terrible fight with his female friend from college, I decided to give him a nice, long talk along with some advice, which is something I wouldn't have done before. I've also been given a koosh ball, which my therapist says is helpful in controlling my anger. I just squeeze the ball, and my temper isn't as bad as it was before. Back to my latest talk with Teddy: I told him that he shouldn't have given up pursuing the one thing he's wanted the most, which is obviously a serious relationship with her. Even when I moved back to Chicago, I never stopped believing that I would get Rhanda in the end. In fact, I still remember fondly how she accepted my proposal on MySpace, because after all, she was the one thing I ever wanted. I've become more mellow since my sessions began, because I've been bombarding Teddy with those comments about him being an idiot, which I know he isn't, and have thus apologized for it. Instead of continuing my verbal attack on him, I suggested that he go after the girl, if he truly believes that he should be with her. I love him like a brother, but he's still skating on thin ice with me. I could still delete him from MySpace if it ever came down to that, even though we have been very good friends for seven years. I just hope that he recovers from his latest screwup, because he deserves to be happy like everyone else. I will be praying for him.