Of course, there will be a lot of you out there who'll disagree with this title. But the author of this article—me—happens to be the shortlisted candidate of the 'Top Ten Most Short-Tempered People in the World.' Whenever that poll happens, anyway.

Counting one to ten or ten to one makes me irate. Reciting the English alphabet backwards takes me one step forward to getting them by heart. Keeping quiet makes my insides bubble black. Ignoring and walking away makes me feel like turning around and giving somebody a knuckle sandwich—my knuckle sandwich. And arguing is in my family and DNA.

When that poll comes around, make sure to vote for me.

But, when that anger recently shattered somebody's self-confidence, I aimed that knuckle sandwich at me.

What we don't realize is that the person we know best also happens to be the person whom we can humiliate the best. The person we love the most also happens to the person who's seen our worst side. And when we're scared or angry—flight or fight—the rational part of our brain stops working. You must've heard this a million times—from parents, from teachers, from friends—but us short-tempered people feel it happening. And then, our brain drags out all the negative, the embarrassing, the weak points of the person at the receiving end of your anger.

Taking out your anger is healthy, for keeping it inside makes your insides black. But when that anger shatters someone self-esteem and self-confidence, then, at that moment of realization, you don't deserve to live.

I told a someone very close to my heart that his rivals ran better than him. You might laugh at this, but you've never met the person—this person was born to run and he lives to run. He lives life to the fullest when he runs. And I said words I later wished I'd never uttered that made this person stand still when his opportunity to run showed up. We made up, and he continues to run. But I've realized something important—anger is the ugly side of fire.

To all those of you whose temper hangs at the tip of your noses, I'm not asking you to abandon anger. To do so is to become God, and I'd be a hypocrite to ask that of you. I still get angry, and I still yell at people. But, remember, don't let anger consume and control your mind to such an extent that once you've swum out of that feeling, you're left all alone for the words you never realized you said.

For once people have seen your worst side, they never see you again.

A/N: To the guest reviewer who said 'Help me', I will. Tell me how I can help you.