Some people say I have a temper. I’ve always said that I
have a low-bullshit tolerance, and when that fails to convince people, I blame
it on being born a typical fiery Aries. We Aries are dynamic characters;
we’re the ones who will start the fires, whether it’s the destructive kind that
burn down relationships or the kindling sparks of inspiration behind a
brilliant project. I tend to try to channel my fires for good, but occasionally
someone gets in my way, and they have to be dealt with accordingly. Like forest
fires, my wrath can start with a single spark, and a single comment. The flames
may lie waiting as simmering embers for years before I let the flames rage to
consume everything in my path, even after you think that the forest has been
saved. When we’re wronged we tend not to forgive easily, and like some forest
fires, it’s better just to let us burn ourselves out or risk unforeseen
collateral damage. Back away from the flames, roast some marshmallows, and let
us run our course. You can’t truly control us, but sometimes we’ll decide to
keep the fire to a single flame instead of an inferno. After all, the flickering
lights and danger of the flame is what keeps the moths coming back for more.
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