Please Don’t Tell Me to Calm Down
When in the land of “calm down” did this ever actually work?

My ex-boyfriend used to always tell me to “calm down.” What’s funny is it never worked.
Never in the history of calm down has anyone calmed down by being told to calm down.
Me: Why do you give me the silent treatment for 24+ hours when we have a small tiff? I’m upset. Him: Calm down.
Me: All my students were hellions today. I felt like I got no teaching done. I’m so frustrated and tired. Him: Calm down.
Me: I had to work 60 hours this week to get the bills paid. I’m exhausted. Him: Calm down.
Me: YES! It’s the weekend, I get to sleep in. I’m thrilled. Him: Calm down.
Before he existed I always thought feelings were normal. Because aren’t they? No? Oh.

See, to me, I don’t always have to be calm.
Sometimes I’m ecstatic. Sometimes I’m bummed. Sometimes I’m pissed. Sometimes I’m frustrated.
So what?
He, however, was always calm. I wondered if he had feelings. That’s kinda why I’m speaking in the past tense.
Now I know I can have my true feelings. I let them be for some time. If I’m hyped up for too long, I calm down. But, I do it on my own. I take a few deep breaths. I jot down the feelings in my journal, let them exist. I force myself to smile. I do something I enjoy. This is a trillion times more successful than hearing “calm down.”
I have mixed drinks about feelings.






