Personal Narrative: Harnessing My Amygdala

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Harnessing My Amygdala Infuriated, outraged, furious, we have all felt these emotions before. Beginning with small situations like hitting every red light when your running late to work, to more complex of conditions like getting your brand new car’s rear fender smashed in by a moron who has his life in reverse and still doesn’t look in the mirror. Ironically, both of those examples are memories that I 've experienced. I myself experience anger on a daily basis. Some say I have a short temper. Others say I have anger problems. This on going occurrence has been an issue I 've dealt with all my life, yet I can never seem to tame the beast within me. It all started a few weeks ago. Speed walking out of the Mott campus in Lapeer, I was eager …show more content…
With a discharge of energy flowing rapid through my body, I knew this was all I had left. With my foot holding in the clutch, my wrist snapped forward. Deep inside the engine of the midnight black Volkswagen Jetta, the spark plugs shocked it to life. Rolling down the blacked out windows, I could hear the distinctive purr of the diesel beast I named “Diana”. Shifting the sports-like six speed manual transmission into first, I was ready. Simultaneously giving gas and releasing the clutch, my journey began. Entering the on ramp, I was headed west on I-69 towards Davison. Shifting quickly to sixth gear, I could hear the high pitched whine of the turbo. Reaching a comfortable speed of 73 mph, I set my cruise. Traveling in the right lane, I glimpsed my mirror to see a beat up Toyota Civic approaching from the distance. Steadily gaining in the left lane, I assumed he was passing. Personally I boil with rage when a driver passes me or does something arrogant. For some reason, I didn’t move a muscle when the middle-aged man passed me. Inside it may have grind my gears, but in that moment I just wanted to get home. Off in the distance, I noticed two semis about two hundred yards in front of the rusty sedan. The Toyota was looking to pass once …show more content…
After pondering my thoughts on why he would tap his breaks, I seemed to be gaining on him? Nearly crawling up the rear fender of the sedan, I read my speedometer. “55 MPH! Are you kidding me!” Fist clenching, muscles flexing, teeth grinding, I knew I was about to unleash. “Thats It!” With my vision red, I had no limits. With sudden flashbacks of the two speeding tickets on my record, I snapped into reality. Yet the monster inside was much to strong! Dropping the pedal to the floor, I merged violently. Screaming profanity as my speed increased I shrieked a villainous laugh of evil. Soaring at 100mph, I was victorious! So I thought. Glancing to my left, my face went pale. Hidden under a post holding up the “Oak Rd.” bridge, was A Brand new Dodge Charger, reading Davison County Police on the

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