Boottling Up In The Cuyahoga Falls School

There is one psychological characteristic that I have found that I would like to improve upon. I have a terrible habit of bottling up my thoughts and emotions. There are aspects of my day to day life that drive absolutely insane. People driving too slow or too fast, when students think it is acceptable to talk while others are, collegiate course loads, even Netflix buffering when I am in the middle of binge-watching Friends is enough to make my ears steam. Those are just little things though. What I tend to bottle up are more serious matters that would inevitably cause some form of conflict down the road. The issue is that I keep my thoughts to myself so much to the point where they just keep building up into I explode into a fit of rage where
I believe it comes from a beautiful yet horrible mixture of my education and the society that I am apart of. From kindergarten to senior year of high school, I was a proud member of the Cuyahoga Falls School District. By the time I reached my senior year, I was bleeding black and gold. A consistent theme throughout the entire district was to treat others the way you want to be treated. This was an ideal they were trying to implant in us at a very young age and obviously they succeeded. I wanted to be treated good by my peers so I have made a conscious effort to treat other people well. For me, this entails going the extra mile to make sure that those most important to me are happy. Now from a social standpoint, it is a bit more complicated. The modern-day society that I know is very self-centered and does not care too much for other people. It is just the kind of attitude that people have I suppose. Since my eyes were opened to the selfishness that is today’s society, I made the decision to be better than the average person, not less. I wanted to be the outlier of society and be there for people when no one else
There are causes for me being the way that I am and the same is true for everyone. For example, perhaps if I had gone to a different school district where kindness was not such a priority, then maybe treating others would not be such a priority of my own. Another non-present consideration to think about is what if my parents had not instilled me with their ideals of compassion and understanding? When I was a kid, we would go to church every Sunday and it was a wonderful combination of that and my parents bringing those lessons into the home that made this characteristic grow in me. So branching off of that, what if I identified with another religion? What if my family did not take religion as seriously when I was a kid? Most likely, I would not have grown up with the same kinds of ideals and moral