Emotions have always controlled people. I liked to think of myself as different. Different enough to where logic ruled my opinions rather than emotions. Yet deep down I know that anger and happiness fight over how I feel on things. They bicker, scream, converse, or flat out steal the thought. Puppies are happy. Cats are happy. Chocolate cake is happy. Watermelon is happy. Public speaking is anger. Dealing with other people is anger. Shakespeare is anger. Light touches is anger. It is that simple. Emotions do control me as much as I’d like to think they don’t. I am an anger or happy oriented person. That’s how it is for me. This is anger but is a collected manner.